Page 28 of Hooked on Marshall

“Ben,” my mother says again. “Let’s talk about this another time.”

“It’s been over two months,” he says to her. “I think we deserve the truth.”

My father hasn’t been this hard with me since I was in high school. Which causes my anxiety to morph into anger. And the words leave me before I can stop them.

“Fine,” I hiss. “When my supervisor offered to help me prepare for a promotion, we ended up sleeping together. And not only was that against company policy, he was married, too. So, when we got caught, I resigned. Happy now?”

His expression has turned ashen. And I can’t look at him anymore. So, I rush out the front door and run to my car. I hear my mother calling for me, but I ignore her. Instead, I make the short trip to Marshall’s house with tears streaming down my face. When I get to his door, he opens it before I can knock. As soon as he sees me, I’m in his arms as he carries me inside.

“Lana,” he breathes. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. Whatever it is, we’ll fix it together, okay? Just let me hold you. Relax and let it all out and then we can talk.”

His kind words and his strong embrace make me cry harder. Because I hate disappointing my parents. And I’m pretty damn sure I’ve done that today. When I’m able, I take a deep breath and sit up. Marshall gently brushes the tears from my cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I swear I don’t always cry.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles. “Because I certainly don’t mind holding you.”

I giggle a little at this. Then I press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” I tell him.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he says. “Just…tell me what’s wrong so we can fix it.”

“I don’t know,” I sigh. “I didn’t plan on telling my parents about what happened with Jonas. But when my dad started giving me shit about shacking up with you, I kind of lost it.”

He arches an eyebrow and chuckles.

“I didn’t know we were shacking up,” he says.

“We’re not,” I grin. “But since I was carrying an extra bag with me, he made the assumption.”

“I see,” he says.

“If you don’t want me to stay the night, that’s fine, too,” I tell him. “Since you didn’t even ask me to.”

“Lana,” he says softly. “I’d love nothing more than to wake up with you beside me.”

I smile wider at this. Then I kiss him again. Properly.

Twenty-One

We kiss for a long time. Long enough for my cock to thicken against her. When she feels it, she palms it, and I break our kiss.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

“Yes,” she moans. “Let’s fuck.”

“Lana,” I pant.

She smiles and rises. Then she straddles me, pushing me back against the couch as she grinds herself on my arousal. I grip her hips to try and stop her, but she just laughs. A very sexy laugh that makes me even harder.

“Marshall,” she breathes. “I want you.”

“And I want you,” I growl. “But we should wait.”

“Why?”

“You were upset when you got here,” I say. “I don’t want to have you for the first time like that. I want your focus solely on me. Onus, the first time we make love.”

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