Page 22 of Secret Baby for Mr. Grump

God.This is so depraved,I thought. The naughtiest thing I’d ever done.

We were making out while I let this man feel me up, his sure fingers molding against my ass as if he owned it.

Perhaps it was the thrill of it that had my heart racing about a million miles a minute and my pussy clenching on nothing.

Or maybe it was the man who was currently holding me up and moaning as he tore into my mouth, controlling, demanding everything I had to give.

Oh, God.

Marcus was kissing me. More than that, he was completely possessing me and making it impossible to think about anything else but him.

The giddy little teen in me was jumping around excitedly while the rational side of me told me to put an end to this immediately.

This isn’t appropriate at all,she scolded herself.

But a huge part of me—the woman who hadn’t felt these sensations in so long—was crying out, wanting more, demanding more.

The cries became physical when his hands squeezed my ass, the move eliciting a similar visceral response in the pit of my belly. Desire was quickly building to a crescendo, and the headiness of it all had me spinning. Instinctively, I rubbed my body against his, and he groaned again, stepping closer and pressing me against the wall. I gasped into his mouth when I felt the sizeable bulge in the middle of his legs, throwing me back to the time when we had sex. I could almost feel it inside me again, filling me up painfully as he moved slowly, gyrating inside me.

“Marcus,” I gasped.

“Right fucking here,” he groaned, and he undulated once, twice, essentially dry humping against the wall. I was pressing myself closer, even though I should have been trying to escape to get away from this. But I was thrusting back. A mindless hunger started within me, aching to be filled, and it was all I could do not to sob from the pained pleasure in my pussy.

“Fuck,” he swore darkly, tearing his mouth away and breathing harshly into my ears.

“I want you so bad.” His hands went under my skirt, brushing against my panties. Anticipation tightened my core so strongly that I felt like I was about ready to burst. “Honey, I want to be inside you.”

My core clenched at the hoarse tone, his baritone singing all over my nerve endings. I felt the dampness leak out, and I shut my eyes, ready to give in and beg him to take me.

“Allison?” It was my brother’s concerned voice that tore through the haze and brought me crashing back down to earth. “Where on earth has that girl gone?”

I tore my mouth away, gasping for air.

“Oh God, it’s Adam.” Horror washed over me, and I was sure it showed on my face. But Marcus didn’t reflect that back. He wasn’t scared or startled at all. Instead, his face still carried a pained desire glowing in his dark eyes.

He allowed me to slide back down to my feet but didn’t step away from me until the last minute when Adam was right about to turn the corner. He just continued staring down at me, feverish heat in his gaze.

Heat I couldn’t look away from as the footsteps got closer and closer.

Just when my brother was about to show his face, Marcus finally stepped back and glanced at Adam as he arrived.

My brother pulled to a stop, eyeing both of us suspiciously.

“What’s happening?” he asked, then glared at Marcus. “What did you do to her?”

But once again, Marcus ignored Adam, pushing past him without another word.

I was about to follow him when Adam took my arm and shook his head. “Nope. You’re not going anywhere with him. And you have a lot of explaining to do.”

I sighed. For the most part, my brother still saw me as his baby sister who didn’t know much about life, and usually, I indulged his protectiveness, but today it was just annoying. He couldn’t boss me around like I was a little girl, and I didn’t need him telling me what to do.

Are you sure? Because a few minutes ago, you had your legs wrapped around Marcus and were probably about to beg him to have sex with you right there and then if Adam hadn’t shown up.

My face heated. It was especially mortifying that my brother nearly walked in on us and could most likely tell what we were up to.

“I need to show him around, Adam,” I said cautiously, clearing my throat from the hoarseness. “Dad asked me to, remember?”

“Maybe,” my brother said. “But this time, you’re going with me.”

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