Page 52 of Chasing A Fake Wedding (Lakeside Love 3)

One second he was seducing me with his sinful touch, and the next it was gone. I groaned, leaning away.

When he saw the look of frustration on my face he let out a low laugh. Of course, he would find torturing me fun. This was Marcus Anderson after all.

He moved his hand back down my leg and rested it far away from the wet center he had created. He turned his palm upward to me asking for my hand. I placed my hand in his and, just like always, it fit perfectly.

When we got to the hotel, we didn’t even make it ten minutes through the door before we were ripping each other’s clothes off. In two minutes flat, we were naked, and he had me in his arms with my back against the wall.

“I want to be gentle with you,” he panted, “fuck. But the need is too great to be gentle. This isn’t going to be like rose petals baby. It’s going to be a little rough.”

He kissed me hard and then pulled away, hoisting me up a little higher. I could feel him at my entrance, waiting. He rubbed his tip against my entrance and let out a breathless moan.

“Go,” I breathed.

And then he entered me hard. I let out a loud scream. He didn’t wait for me to adjust; he just started pounding. With each stroke, he came back harder and deeper, and I felt him in every cell in my body.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, his pounding causing my head to bob up and down. I secured my legs around his waist and started to meet his thrust.

This sex was hot, wet, and animalistic.

Marcus growled into my ear, as I drove him closer and closer to the edge. My lips found their way to the side of his neck; I kissed him in the hollow center of his neck and collar bone.

I was seeing stars.

Marcus continued to punish me in the best way possible. Taking every part of me and leaving nothing behind.

“Come for me, baby.”

I bit down on his skin and let go. My body shuddered as my walls closed around him, milking him. He growled his approval before he released everything into me. We road out our orgasms clutching onto each other for dear life.

Marcus removed himself from me, but he didn’t put me down. He readjusted me so that I was in his arms bridal style. He walked through the lounge area of the presidential suite and headed for our bedroom.

When I thought he was going to place me on the bed, he continued until we were in the bathroom. It was only when we were in the shower did he finally set me down.

He captured my lips in his in a heated kiss, stealing the words that I had been about to say. He opened the water and at first the chill caused me to squeal before it immediately heated.

We didn’t speak with words; we only used our bodies to communicate with one another.

Two things, I was one hundred percent sure of that night.

One, I was unmistakably in love with Marcus Anderson. There were no fleeting emotions; I was in deep.

Two, it was only a matter of time before he broke my heart. So I would save this time we had together and, when it was over and we were forced to pop the bubble, I would deal with the emotions that came after.

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