Page 17 of The Price of Fame

She’d noticed Markus’ stress levels increasing. Markus didn’t talk to her about his work, and in a way, she was thankful, but the strain had begun to show. The easygoing man she’d been falling for had turned tense, uneasy, and had become tightly wound.

Kylie tried to look on the bright side about him going home for a week. She hoped this little break would give them time to see if this relationship was really going anywhere, and she could sort out her feelings.

Markus gripped her tighter as she tried to get out of bed. It was nine-thirty, and since she’d been with Markus, her usually early mornings had all been non-existent. Kylie didn’t know if she would be able to get back into her routine.

Pushing at Markus’ chest, she managed to get out of his hold. She walked to the bathroom and turned the shower taps on. While waiting for the hot water, she did her morning ritual before getting in the shower under the hot spray.

Kylie closed her eyes, excited about the day ahead before she had to drive him to the airport. That’d been a sore point. He hadn’t wanted her to drive all the way to Sydney Airport just to drop him off, but she wanted to give him a farewell to remember. .

Hands slipped around her, pulling her into his body. “Why didn’t you wait for me? You know how much I love showering with you.”

“Because we have too much to do today, and when we shower together, I always feel like I need another shower afterward.”

He chuckled against her neck as he trailed kisses down it. She maneuvered out of his hold and got out of the shower before they got carried away.

Wrapping the towel around herself, she shot a glare at Marcus. “I’d like to make it out for my walk today before lunch please. My poor Buddha is probably crazy lonely.” She let out a groan as he stared at the towel she gripped, as though if he looked long enough, it would magically disappear. “Stop that. We had lots of going-away sex last night. It’s all we’ve done the last couple of days. You’re turning me into a sex-crazed woman.”

He got out of the shower, not even bothering with a towel. She let out a sigh as the water droplets slid down his perfect six-pack abs. Maybe she should dry him; she was kind of thirsty. He laughed, coming to her and picking her up. Markus plastered her back against the bathroom door, and she wrapped her legs around him.

“Omorphoula, that’s the way I like you, ready for me always.”

The towel fell from her grip, and he lined his penis up with her wet pussy and thrust home.

“Yep, just the way I like it. “ Her head fell back against the wall as he pulled his cock out before slamming home. “Tell me you’ll miss me.”

Capturing his face between her hands, she panted. “I suppose I’ll miss this.”

He gave a mock growl and covered her lips with his. His hands caressed her breasts, and he slipped out of her, hovering at her entrance. Markus’ tongue tangled with hers as they fought to get more of each other.

“Tell me I’m the only one for you.”

She tried to push herself back down on his dick.

“Tell me you believe me when I say you’re mine always and forever.” She looked into his sky-blue eyes, watching as they darkened with his lust and something else she couldn’t quite describe, love maybe. Markus’ hand came up to caress her cheek. “I knew the moment you touched me that you were my woman. The only one for me.”

She closed her eyes at the intensity of his words and stare, feeling terrified. She tried to stop her racing heart and her body from shaking. She thought of their short time together and slowly opened her eyes. “Yes, I’ll miss you, and you are my only.”

The smile that spread over his face was breathtaking, and he moved his hand to her waist as he thrust back home. Moaning when the sensations came crashing back, igniting the fire and building her passion up again until she was ready to explode into an orgasm again.

“I’m going to miss you, my omorphoula. How will I sleep without you holding me? What will I do without all my morning exercise?”

She gave a huff and whispered, “Think of all the extra energy you’ll have.”

He bit her shoulder, and she gripped onto him, digging her nails in as the fire they’d built exploded, and she felt her pussy quiver.

“Markus, oh Maarrkus.” She screamed as he slammed into her pussy one final time.

He murmured Greek against her skin as she felt his warm cum splash into her. They stayed that way for a few moments, leaning against the wall, trying to catch their breaths.

“I love the way you make me feel,” she whispered.

He kissed her forehead and unwrapped her legs from around his waist. “Come on. Let’s get dressed and go get your dog before I decide we should spend the day in bed.”

Their last day had been wonderful. They’d played at the beach for the rest of the morning, taking silly photos of each other and getting people who passed by to take shots. Kylie was happy she would have some more photos of the two of them together. She’d been working on a painting of him, a couple actually, and a lot of the pictures would be perfect for her work.

She was going to keep herself busy, hoping that it would stop her thinking about Markus too much. Because, already, she missed him.

It was now Thursday night, which left only four more nights of sleeping alone until Tuesday afternoon when she would go pick him up from the airport. Sitting on her sofa, she tried to watch the movie she’d put on to relax, but her mind was full of ideas. Giving up, she went to her art room, turning on all the lights, and let her muse take her.

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