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“Okay, Aunt Lola. We’ll go. Nate’s almost finished.”

“This is the last door downstairs. Maybe your mother should change the alarm code too,” Nate suggested thoughtfully.

“Oh, hell. I never thought of that. I’ll go tell her.” Lola smiled brightly at Nate. “Not only good-looking, but smart too. I am telling you, Marjorie Ann Russell, if you let this man go, we are no longer related.” She winked at Markie before leaving the room.

Nate grinned when he saw Markie blushing, then she looked at him.

“I’m sorry—”

“Why? I agree with her.” Nate pulled her close again and kissed her lips. “I’m hoping you never let me go, Markie because I sure as hell don’t want to let you go.”

“I’m happy to hear that, Nate. I don’t want to let you go either,” Markie replied with a smile.

“Let’s go take a shower so we can freshen up for dinner. I hope your mother can change the alarm code. If not, maybe we should just stay here and order takeout.”

“I think it’s just a matter of putting in a new code. I’ll help her. Go take a shower and I’ll be up soon.” Markie turned to leave, but Nate caught her wrist gently, halting her in her tracks. She turned to face him, her eyes questioning.

“I wanted to take a shower with you,” he said.

“Okay. Let me help my mom with the code. I’m sure she knows how to do it, but I’ll stand by just in case she needs me. I’ll be right up. Do not start without me.” She quickly gave him a kiss on the lips before turning and heading out of the room.

Nate watched her leave with a smile, then gathered up his tools and headed back outside to his truck. He unloaded their bags and brought them into the house before making his way up the stairs. He removed his boots and socks, lay back on the bed and waited for Markie.

Chapter Thirteen

When Markie entered the bedroom, she smiled when she saw Nate lying back on the bed. He sat up when she closed the door. They stared at each other, and Markie pulled her T-shirt off, dropping it to the floor, then unclasped her bra and slid the straps from her shoulders.

Nate stood, walked toward her, and stopped in front of her. She lifted his shirt up over his head and tossed it. As she stared into his eyes, she knew she was falling in love with him.

His hands reached out and unsnapped her jeans, then lowered the zipper. Markie kicked off her flip-flops.

Nate got to his knees in front of her, looking into her eyes as he pulled her jeans and panties down, then he leaned forward and moved his tongue along her slit. His hands slid around to her ass as he pulled her closer.

Markie groaned, then gasped when he pulled her slit apart and moved his tongue against her clitoris. She raked her fingers through his hair.

As her legs started to shake, Nate sucked on her clitoris. Markie put her hand over her mouth as she cried out when she came.

Nate stood, pressed his lips to hers and kissed her passionately, pulling her into his arms. Markie wrapped her arms around his waist, then slid them to his belt buckle. She unhooked it, unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper. Nate removed his wallet, took a condom out, and tossed the wallet onto the bed. She hooked her fingers into the belt loops and tugged his jeans down.

Nate stepped out of them, picked her up and carried her inside the bathroom where he set her on her feet, then turned on the water in the shower.

They stood in the bathroom, steam billowing around them like fog. Their eyes locked, burning with a need that only each other could quench. Their bodies glistening with sweat from the steam. Markie could see Nate’s cock was already hard, thick and pulsing with desire, while her nipples hardened to stiff peaks.

“Fuck, Markie,” Nate growled, his voice raw with lust. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

Markie nodded, with excitement. She stepped closer to Nate, their bodies almost touching, close enough to feel the heat radiating off each other.

“I want you so much, Nate,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She took the condom from his hand.

Without a word, Nate stepped forward and pressed his lips to Markie’s, kissing her with an intensity that made her knees weak. His hands roamed over her body, making her moan into his mouth, her desire growing.

Nate broke the kiss and grabbed Markie’s hand, leading her into the shower. The hot water pounded down on them, steam filling the air as they held each other. Nate’s hands roamed down her body, tracing the curves of her hips and ass. He pulled her even closer to his body as he slid a hand down between her legs.

“Markie,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

Markie moaned, her hips grinding against Nate’s, as she reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly, then she rolled the condom down over him.

“Nate,” she whispered, her breath catching as he slid his lips along her shoulder. “I need you. Please.”

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