Page 36 of Personal Disaster

I wrap my hands around his thick biceps. I love the feel of his skin, the solid flex of his muscles. I love the way he smells, the heat rising between our bodies, and the heavy weight of him on top ofme.

We kiss again, and need ratchets inside me. More, yes, that, please.

Each thrust of his hips lights me up inside. Each adoring pass of his hand—on my breasts, my neck, his fingers on my lips—draws me higher and tighter, until I’m flying with how good it feels. Yesterday I was in Washington, chasing a story. Now I’m in Marcus’s arms again. Lucky doesn’t begin to describe how Ifeel.

“I want to see you,” he says roughly. “Do you like being ontop?”

“I like everything.” I’m breathless and high as a kite, and as he slides out of me, a mad hunger takes over. I scramble after him, climbing on the second he rollsover.

I want to ride this man forever. I want to fuck him until I ache, until I know I’ll feel him for the rest of the week, and then I want to fuck him just a little bit more to makesure.

He’s justso…

Perfect.I smile as I roll my hips, as I raise up and lower down again, seating him deeper insideme.

“That good?” He looks up at me from beneath hooded eyelids.

“The best,” I whisper. “You’re sobig.”

He licks his lips and runs a lazy hand up my thigh. “You’re tight and warm and I just—” He thrusts his hips up, making me gasp. “You make me big. You do this to me. All yours.”

His words send a powerful thrill skittering under myskin.

He’s all mine? Excellent.

I lean forward and brace myself against shaking headboard. “Are you mine to do whatever Iwant?”

“Anything,” he growls.

I trail my fingers over his cheeks, across his lower lip. His tongue slides out and snakes around my fingertips.

I shudder as I drag those wet fingers down his body, slowly, carefully, until I touch us both where we’re joined. I’ll have to figure out some crazy things to do to him later, because right now, I just want tocome.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

His gaze darkens and he settles his hands on my hips, holding me tight as he moves beneath me. My breasts sway and bounce, my clit rocks against my glancing fingertips, and deep inside, he swells even harder than before.

I close my eyes and tip my head back. God, yes. “Marcus.” I breathe his name, over and over again, until I’m crying out at the same time as my body climaxes.

He shouts his own release, jacking his hips in a final, brutal thrust which he holds deep inside me for a long, throbbing beat before collapsing back against thebed.

I tumble to the side, still shaking from the after-effects of my own orgasm.

“Good morning,” he finally says, his voice rich with laughter.

“Yeah. Nice to see you again.” I bite my lip and twist to find his gaze on me, warm and inviting.

He looks around, his gaze lingering on the shadowed corners and the faded wallpaper. He gives me a lazy wink. “Nice hotel room, by theway.”

I giggle. “Do you have someplace nicer we couldbe?”

“As a matter of fact, Ido.”

* * *

When we leave the motel,I don’t see Marcus’s truck anywhere, and ten seconds later a black sedan pullsup.

He gives me an inscrutable look, so I don’t bother to parse what it means—but even if I had, I wouldn’t have expected it to deliver us to an airport—and not the one I arrived at last night, either. We’ve gone across the city to a regional airport.

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