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At this point, she’s released my hardened cock. With a moan, she wraps one hand around it while she drops her other to her pussy. The sound of her wetness as she fingers herself hits me like a ton of bricks. Before I can take this in a new direction, she lifts her hand and covers my cock in her desire. Then, after another wicked smile up at me, she takes me into her mouth to suck off her taste.

“Fuck!Lana!”

She gives me the blowjob of the century, but only until I gather my wits about me again. With a Herculean effort, I reach down and pull her off me. She gasps, then squeals when I lift her into my arms and carry her to my bedroom.

“Marshall,” she starts.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” I grin. “You’ll finish me. But I’m going to finish you, too.”

Thirty

In a flurry of motion, Marshall positions me on his bed so I can suck his dick while he eats my pussy. Eager to please him, I dig my hands into his thighs and pull him into my mouth while he leans down to lick me. At first, its awkward because I can barely concentrate on sucking him off while his mouth is on my pussy. But after a moment, I make the decision to taste his release before he can taste mine.

Determined to own his pleasure, I ignore the pleasure he’s gifting me between my thighs and concentrate on him. I listen to and feel his reactions to what I’m doing. And before I know it, I’m tasting his release. I moan as I swallow all he can give. Then I’m shouting out in surprise as he flips me around on his bed so he can get back to my pleasure.

I scream out in shock and relief as he buries his face in my pussy. And even though we haven’t been intimate for long, he knowsexactlywhat to do to make me come. I fight him and pull him closer at the same time. But when his tongue hits that special spot, I hold him there. And he wastes no time in delivering. Mere minutes, or maybe even seconds pass before I’m screaming his name as my release claims me. He stays on me until I’ve settled heavily into his mattress. Then he’s right there above me. Kissing me and declaring his love for me. When I come back to life, I try to tell him how I feel.

“Oh, my God, Marshall,” I breathe.

“I know,” he says. “You’re phenomenal.We’rephenomenal. And I’m ready for more.”

I take a breath to tell him I love him, but he fills me with his delicious cock, and I lose all train of thought. I do nothing more than take what he gives. And what he gives is more than I ever imagined I could find with a man. Incoherent soundsleave me as he fucks me into another intense orgasm which quickly spurs another for him. I chant his name over and over, desperate to reciprocate my love for him, but too delirious with pleasure to be sure of what I’m saying.

The next thing I know, he’s kissing my temple as we settle in to sleep for the night.

***

When my eyes flutter open on Friday morning, Marshall is no longer in bed with me. But as soon as I sit up, he walks in and crawls onto the bed to kiss me.

“Are we late?” I ask.

“No,” he chuckles. “You have enough time to shower and dress and then you can eat at the Pub.”

I smile at his use of the new name for his place. Then I kiss him hard and go about getting ready for our day. When I walk out, he pulls me into him for another deep kiss. Then he grabs all of my bags for me as well as my breakfast and leads me out to his Jeep. In minutes, we’re at the soon-to-be Joneses Pub. I smile as he lets us in the back door and turns off the alarms. As soon as we’re in his office, he sets the breakfast he made in front of me first. Then he kisses me as he walks out to prep.

I dig into my breakfast, hoping the sustenance will give me another surge of creativeness for his rebranding. I’m just pushing the container away from me when he walks back in and wraps his arms around my shoulders.

“I love you, Lana,” he whispers.

“Oh, Marshall.”

I want to say the words back to him, but I’m not sure if they’re real yet. He said not to say them unless I meant them. And I’m still not sure if I do. Even so, he just squeezes me tighterbefore he kisses my cheek and settles behind his desk to get to work.

Time passes without my knowledge, and I make an insane amount of progress for The Joneses Pub. Just about the time we should be having lunch, Marshall is still at his desk toiling at something. I’m about to ask him if anything’s wrong when Jace, the bar manager, steps inside.

“Marshall.”

The tone of his voice sets me on edge. I look at Marshall just as he stands and walks over to him.

“What’s going on?” Marshall asks.

“Some guy at the bar is asking about Lana.”

Marshall growls as his eyes meet mine. My expression no doubt reflects my fear of who might be out there. That who being Jonas.

“What did you tell him?” Marshall asks.

“I told him I’ve never heard of a woman named Lana around here,” Jace says.

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