Page 13 of Hooked on Marshall

Of course, I do.

But not only am I gun-shy about getting involved with a superior, I also can’t be sure that he isn’t feeling some kind of way toward me because of what happened last night. Plus, I still can’t be sure that he isn’t aware of what happened between me and Jonas. After his remark earlier, I know I can’t be sure unless I ask. And the last thing I want to do is ask just in case heisn’taware of what happened between us.

So, I just continue to eat until I’ve had my fill. After I finish my coffee, I go about cleaning up my mess and the leftover trash from the to-go order. Marshall continues to eat and leaves me to it, which eases me a bit. I’m just finishing up when he steps beside me and starts cleaning up his own mess. Not wanting to be in another uncomfortable position, I pull back and dry my hands. Then I go into the spare bedroom to gather my things from last night. Once I have them in a neat pile, I go into the living room and settle on the couch.

The next thing I know, a gentle hand is shaking me awake.

“Lana?”

I bolt upright and then groan at the sharp pain in my forehead. When I open my eyes, I see that Marshall is rubbing his forehead.

“Shit,” I breathe. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he chuckles. “But it’s time to get you home.”

I smile. Then my mood darkens because…I’m not ready to leave him.

Eleven

The smile she gives me is small, but I’ll take it. Then I offer her my hand, desperate for the feel of her skin against mine again. Just before her hand touches mine, she turns her wrist to look at her watch.

“Shit!”

With that, she jumps up and attempts to rush past me. But she trips. I break her fall easily, but when I pull her upright, her hands land on my chest as I hold her body close to mine. Our eyes lock and I watch with delight as her pupils dilate. Then I tighten my hold on her, enjoying how well she fits against me.

“Marshall,” she breathes.

My cock twitches in response. Her eyes lower and her hands fist my shirt.

“God, I love hearing you say my name,” I growl.

Her body goes lax in my arms. And when her eyes drop to my lips, I take that as an invitation for more. So, I happily give it to her. I bend my head as I slide my right hand up her back and into her hair. A soft moan leaves her and her eyes close.

Then I gently press my lips to hers.

This moment is everything.

Even though I’ve not had a steady girlfriend in the last six years, I’ve been able to sate my needs when necessary.

But this?

Even if I only have this one kiss with her, it will have been worth it.

And since she hasn’t pulled back yet, I take a chance. Very gently, I coax hers lips apart with my tongue. When she opens for me, I force myself to be gentle as I taste her. When our tongues meet, she moans again. My cock thickens. I kiss herfor several long, delightful minutes. When I finally pull back, I smile as I wait for her eyes to open.

“Oh, my God,” she breathes.

“You can say that again,” I tell her.

“Marshall,” she sighs. “I…we can’t…”

“We can’t what?”

She grimaces and shakes her head. But she’s still in my arms. So, I’ll take it.

“You barely know me.”

“I’m trying to change that,” I counter.

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