Page 227 of The Baby Twist
“Fuck, Marley.” His chest rumbled with excitement. “Oh, my God.” His moans grew with intensity as his fingers tangled in my hair. “Stop.” He held my face in his hands. “I need to put this on and fuck you senseless.”
“By all means, get to it.” I smiled, lying on my back.
He rolled on the condom and hovered over me, grabbing my arms and holding them tight above my head. With one thrust, he was inside me, and I was on my way to the fun town of Pleasureville. His thrusts were deep, intense, and rapid. The moans that escaped our lips were ones of ecstasy and fulfillment. I came. He came. And our bodies melted when he lowered his on mine. He let go of my wrists, and my arms wrapped around him, softly stroking his muscular back. Our breathing was rapid but slowly returning to their normal rate. Before rolling off, his lips pressed against the side of my neck.
“Damn.” I smiled as he rolled on his back.
“Damn is right.” His breath was bated as his hand lay across his heart.
When he climbed out of bed to toss the condom in the trashcan, I lay there for a moment, waiting for my trembling body to calm itself.
“You’re still in bed?” he asked, walking back into the room.
“I was just about to get up and get dressed. We don’t need to make things weird.”
“Yeah. I agree. I’ll walk you home,” he said.
“I live around the block, Charlie. I can walk home myself.”
“If my calculations are right, it’s a seven-minute walk back to your place. You are not risking seven minutes of your life on the streets of New York City after midnight.”
“Look at you being all protective.” I smiled as I slipped on my dress. “But seriously, I can catch an Uber.” I grabbed my phone and pulled up the app.
“Stop. I’m walking you home.” He took my phone from my hand.
“If you insist.” I grabbed my shoes and put them on.
Charlie pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he sat on the edge of the bed and slipped on his Nike tennis shoes. Damn, even like that, he was sexy as hell.
He walked me to my apartment building. I reached up and kissed his cheek.
“Thanks for walking me home. I feel like such a teenager.” I grinned.
“You’re welcome.” He chuckled. “Listen, Marley. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
“About what?” My brows furrowed.
“You’re a great woman, but I’m not looking for anything. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea that there could be a possible relationship between us. We had a good time, but that’s it.”
“You’re making this weird, Charlie. I’m not that girl. I’m not looking for anything or anyone. That’s not how I operate. But thanks for putting it out there and easing my mind. I was worried you would stalk me now because you fell madly in love with me, and I couldn’t return the favor.”
His eyes narrowed at me momentarily. “You’re cute, Marley Monroe.”
“Ah, so are you, Charlie Stone.” I grinned. “Good night.”
“Good night.” His lips softly brushed against mine.
I opened the door to my building and took the elevator up to my apartment. Something wasn’t right. I felt weird.
“Why are you home?” Olivia jumped up from the couch.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I asked, setting down my purse.
“It’s still early for me. You know that.”
“What’s going on?” Penelope bolted up from the couch, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
“Our girl just walked through the door,” Olivia said.
