Page 35 of Personal Disaster

Marcus: There in twenty. Wake up, sleepyhead.

That was ten minutes ago.I quickly dry my hair and put condoms in an obvious place beside the bed before firing back a response.

Poppy: I’m wide awake. And naked.

The knockat the door comes thirty seconds later. I jump at the surprise, then panic. I can’t actually answer the door naked. I grab my sleeping t-shirt and pull it on, then run to the door. A quick glance through the peephole has my heart hammering a mile a minute because Marcus is on the otherside.

And he looks good. Even through the fisheye distortion.

I pull the door open and he laughs as he steps inside, big and broad and mouthwateringly good looking. His gaze flicks down to my shirt, then back to my face, hot and laser-focused. “You’re not naked.”

“Had a little freakout about answering the door in absolutely nothing,” I whisper as we come together, his lips brushing my forehead as I breathe in the scent of his skin. His hands smooth down my back. “But I’m naked under this shirt.”

He pauses for a beat, his hands tightening on my waist, then he groans as he palms my bareass.

I gasp as he hauls me up against him, then his mouth is on mine and my legs are around his waist. He growls words that make me ache for more. Need. Crazy. Beautiful. Soft. Good. Taste.

Somehow we get to the bed. It’s only when I try to rip his shirt off him that I realize it’s a nice button-down. And he’s wearing dress pants, too.

“You dressed up? You look really good,” I say. “Take off your clothes.”

He grins. “You’re theboss.”

“We have unfinished business,” I pant, stretching beneathhim.

“I know.” He tugs on the hem of my shirt, his knuckles grazing the crease between my leg and my pelvis.

I shiver, and his gaze turns molten.

“Hi,” he whispers, his voice suddenly husky.

I give him a faint, desperate smile. “Hi.”

His hand hasn’t moved. His fingers are just inches from my bare pussy, and we’re frozen in a locked-gaze tableau.

“I missed you.” He lowers his head to kiss me again, and I part my lips, my eyes drifting shut as his tongue slides against mine. “So much,” he adds against my mouth as he eases back. “And I want to take you so hard rightnow.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Please, Marcus.”

He crushes his mouth to mine again, and twists his hand at the same time, nudging my thighs wide. His touch is deft, erotic, and just hurried enough to reassure me that I’m not the only needy one here. He finds a way to ask me, in words or actions, if I want each step. His fingers inside me, his mouth next. Territory we’re both happy to revisit. But he stops me when I try to roll him onto his back and telegraph my intent to tastehim.

“Later,” he growls. “I want insideyou.”

I grab a condom and slap it into his hand. He rises above me, rolls it on with quick, efficient movements, then he tumbles on top of me again. The next moment is a heady, throbbing pause as our bodies fit together. My legs curl up and spread for him. All of his muscles flex and shake as he levers his torso up, his hips down. The room is silent, our breaths loud, and the whole time, his attention is locked on myface.

Watching me, wanting me. I get lost in the heat in his eyes, and the rest dissolvesaway.

The thick press of his erection notches into place. He grins down at me as he drags his hand back up my body, his knuckles skating over my belly, around my breast, and up onto my neck. “So good,” he murmurs, his eyes turning liquid. “You feel amazing already.”

The first stretch takes my breath away. The second makes me groan. He’s perfect. Perfectly big, perfectly thick. Just the right size to make my brain go swirly and my pussy clench tight.

And the sound he makes as he bottoms out? Oh, sweet mother of mayhem, I’m going to remember that forever. Deep, guttural, needy… Yes. This was worth the flight to Denver.

A hundred times over. I wrap my arms around him as we begin to move. He plants his arms on either side of my head, caging mein.

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