Page 56 of Secret Baby for Mr. Grump

“Yes,” I moaned, feeling the heady rush of desire. “You only hold onto me. You only say my name, and you only smile at me. Not to other fucking men.”

“Marcus,” she mewled as I breached her pussy lips with my thumb, strumming the little nub at the top. I felt it the minute it unfurled, her clit pushing out.

Her knees shook, and her eyes rolled back at the pleasure.

Fuck, I loved seeing her like this.

I spun her around, and she gasped as I crowded her back, trapping her against the table. My hands were still between her legs, my dick tucking itself between her ass.

“Only I can make you feel like this.” Even I heard the dark edge of my voice as I leaned in closer, letting her feel just how hard she made me. My other hand went up to her nipples, pinching them as I caressed her pussy.

Allie’s back arched, and she went on her tiptoes. Her head flew back to my shoulder, the force of desire causing her entire body to shake.

But I didn’t give it to her yet, not in the way she needed it.

I wanted to keep her begging and needy, keep her on the jagged edge of desire for long enough that she would never again doubt that she was mine.

“Whose pussy is this?” I whispered into her ear.

She shook her head at first, probably too lost in it that she didn’t know her left from her right.

“Oh God, Marcus,” she gasped when I pinched her clit.

“You haven’t answered my question,” I told her, pinching harder. “Who owns this fucking pussy?”

“You do!” she finally exclaimed.

“You’re damn right.”

I thrust one finger harshly into her, sucking the side of her neck at the same time. I did it hard enough to leave a mark, needing visual proof of my ownership.

It was a depraved thought to have, but it was me. Allie brought out my batshit crazy possessive side, and I found it more and more difficult to pull back from it. I couldn’t hide it even if I tried.

With a scream, she exploded all over my fingers.

TWENTY-ONE

ALLIE

I could hear him swearing from the hallway.

I smirked as I crossed into the room, watching him tug off the tie angrily.

“Issues?” I asked, leaning against the doorway. I smiled at him innocently when his head turned around to regard me darkly.

“No,” he said. “Just feel like I’m wearing a monkey suit.”

“I don’t know about the monkey part.” He was wearingasuit, the first time I’d ever seen him in one, and truthfully, the thing looked really good. Great, in fact. I didn’t know much about suits, but the material looked high quality and had a luxurious feel to it. And the fit was exact, as if it was tailor-made to his huge body, the outline molding to it like it was meant for him.

“You look good,” I said, coughing around the last word to bury how nervous he still made me. Even though we’d been doing this little dating dance for the past three weeks, I still got butterflies in my stomach just thinking about him.

And right now, as I admired him, he gave me a sardonic look like he didn’t quite believe me, although there was a slight naughty curve on his lips that had my heart jumping in my chest.

After that day in the office, we came home, and he made love to me pretty much the entire night. And then I finally told him about what Ken and I talked about, which was the fact that I couldn’t invite Ken to my family’s Christmas gathering this year.

“He always came with me when we were married. Even before that, sometimes, though just as friends,” I explained. “But I don’t think it would be fair for him to come this year.”

“Why not?” Marcus asked, and I glanced at him shyly.

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