Page 61 of Black Heart

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Marty closed her eyes,wincing as the floorboards beneath the carpet creaked softly. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder and almost sighed with relief when she spotted Tristan lying undisturbed and, more importantly, still asleep on his bed. Her eyes shot to the alarm clock. It was barely one o’clock in the morning. After the marathon of sex, not to mention what he went through today, he should be out cold until morning.

She should be sleeping, too, but she could no longer ignore the call of nature. Carefully, she padded across the bedroom to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She paused for another moment before locking the door. Marty had no doubt that he could burst through the door if he wanted to, but it made her feel safer this way.

After relieving herself, washing her face, and cringing at the sight of her hair, she opened the door only to whimper.

“Morning, baby,” Tristan drawled, giving her a sexy lopsided smile.

Another whimper may have escaped her as her gaze dropped down his body only to shoot back up in alarm. He couldn’t be...

Oh, but he was. She gasped as he reached for her and pulled her closer. The hard erection she’d glimpsed only a few seconds ago jerked against her stomach.

“I was just using the bathroom. I-I’d like some sleep now,” she mumbled pathetically.

He chuckled softly against the crook of her neck. “I’ll get you back in bed. Don’t worry about it,” Tristan said as he lifted her up, and once again, her legs wrapped around him. This time, he pressed her against the wall and entered her hard with one thrust, earning a whimper or a moan from her. She really wasn’t sure which one, and at the moment, she didn’t care.

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“Shit!”Marty whispered as she overfilled her glass with water. The excess water pooled on the counter before running over the side and onto the tiled floor below. Marty quickly downed her second glass of water before she grabbed a handful of paper towels. Once she finished wiping the water off the counter, she knelt down on the floor and frantically tried to wipe up the mess so that she could go back to sleep beforehewoke up again.

She was so tired...so damn tired and sore. She was sore in places she didn’t even know existed until today. As soon as she cleaned up this mess, she was going back to bed to-

“Thirsty?”

“Oh, no,” Marty whimpered, too afraid to look back. She didn’t need to since she already knew that it washim. Two warm hands gripped her hips and held her in place as he slowly slid inside her.

This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be possible for a man to get this many erections in a twenty-four-hour period. It couldn’t be healthy for him. Sheknewthat it wasn’t healthy for her, but once again, her body betrayed her.

By morning, she was going to need a vacation just to recover from sex.

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Marty yawnedand turned over onto her back just as a warm, heavy weight settled on top of her. Her eyes flew open just as Tristan slid inside of her.

“But I was only turning over. I was still sleeping!” she protested weakly as he rolled his hips against hers.

He pressed a kiss against her lips. “Last time. I promise,” Tristan said with an innocent expression that had her narrowing her eyes on the lying bastard only to moan when he began moving.

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“Baby, wake up.”A pause. “Marty, it’s time to wake up,” Tristan said, giving her shoulder a little shake.

Marty came awake with a start. When she saw him, she practically flew off the bed. The entire time, she refused to turn her back on him. She held out her hand in a stopping motion when he moved to go to her.

“Just stay away from me, Tristan Black,” Marty warned as she backed up towards the bathroom.

Tristan shook his head in disbelief as he watched Marty turn around and practically run to the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and locked it.

“What’s wrong with her?” Shayne asked, materializing next to him.

Tristan shrugged as he fixed his tie. “No idea. I’m guessing she’s not a morning person.”

Shayne snorted as they listened while Marty threatened a very vital part of Tristan’s anatomy. “Guess not, lad.”

CHAPTER22

“You and I need to talk,” Tristan said quietly as he threw his bathroom door one last look of longing. He wanted to take Marty back into his bed and hold her, but they had to move their asses if they were going to make it to the therapy session early enough for him to explain to the therapist that it would be in his best interest to sign his paper and forget all about Hank’s request.

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