Page 32 of Off Limits Billionaire

I hustled around tossing random items, clothing and otherwise, into neat piles, shoved them into Nina’s room, and shut her door to hide the impromptu cleanup.

I gasped as I caught a glimpse of my reflection as I walked by the bathroom mirror. I hurried inside to wash my face and put my hair in some sort of attractive ponytail. I wasn’t sure how much time passed before I opened the door, but there he was on both his knees holding a bouquet of flowers and a small box.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him.

“You wouldn’t return my calls. Finally, I called the shop and they told me you were here and advised me to make my apology the grandest apology ever. So that’s what I’m doing.”

“Get up and come inside,” I told him.

“You? I mean … inside your apartment, right?” he asked with a boyish grin.

“Still flirting dangerously, I see.”

He moaned, lingering behind me, and I'm sure he was tracing my silhouette through my shorts and tank top set. “I can’t help it. You bring out my carefree side. Anabella—”

Marcus stopped me in the kitchen. I didn’t want to face him. It was dumb of me to have fallen for his charm and devilish good looks and I didn’t need that now. It’s part of the reason why I got blindsided when his brother hired someone else.

“I need you, Anabella. My brother, Cameron, he was being an asshole. He didn’t tell me about the second opinion. He didn’t even get a better quote. You are the only person I want and need cleaning my clock.”

I giggled and pushed him playfully. “Why would you take that moment to make a joke?”

“If you could see the light in your eyes every time I make you smile, you’d be telling jokes all day too. Ana, I want to give us a real shot at whatever this can be. Business, personal, all of it. I want a future with you. But, if I have to settle for the bare minimum of contact, then I’ll even work through Paul just to have you in the same space as me.”

I smiled. “What happened to not mentioning my brother and us having sex together in the same sentence?”

“I didn’t know that was on the table, but I know what I’d like to add to that.”

I tipped my head to the side with curiosity. Before I could say anything, Marcus’s arms cradled me, carrying me over to our kitchen table, where he sat me on the edge and slid my shorts and panties off in one quick, fluid motion. He dropped to his knees and brought my pussy directly in front of him.

“Let me show you one part of the apology I had in mind.”

Marcus’s fingers went to work as his mouth hovered over my sex. The first finger rubbed between my folds, making me wet with what my body ached for. When he slid it inside of me, I swore my juices would coat his hand. Once he had a rhythm, he used his tongue as backup to bring me over the precipice of erotic joy.

I didn’t want it to end, but after bringing me to orgasm twice in under ten minutes. Marcus stood in front of me, his hardness jutting into his crotch area, where he let me rub my hand over him.

“I’ve missed you,” I admitted with a heavy sigh as Marcus nuzzled against the crux of my neck. His tongue could probably charm snakes. I felt the firm, but soft, pressure behind it as he moved from my neck to my ear and to my mouth.

Marcus claimed his kiss and I freed his erection. When he pushed into me, it wasn’t slow and deliberate. It was harried and impulsive. He scooped me off the table and pushed me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed in and out of my pussy at a feverish pace.

The smoothness of his shaft made me come all over him again.

“Yes, you’ve missed me. I missed you too. This sweet pussy is all mine, Anabella. Never go this long without talking to me ever again. Promise me.”

“I promise,” I swore between strokes.

“Promise me you’ll never let anyone else try to make you come like this.”

The waves of orgasms crashing over me made my mind numb. When I took too long to answer he held himself still, my legs wrapped around him and his hands holding my ass firmly in place.

Marcus stared me in the eyes. “I’m not moving until you promise me. Ever since we slept together that first time after the gala, there’s been no one else but you. I love you Anabella. Tell me you don’t want anyone else.”

“Oh Marcus, I love you too and I don’t want anyone else.”

The surge of energy racing through him as he pushed himself in and out of my walls felt like a bolt of lightning. He carried me away from the wall and into my bedroom. We spent the night reminding each other why we’re such a great fit. I couldn't believe that was my life. When it was all said and done, Marcus lay in bed beside me, stroking my hair with one hand and propping himself up on his elbow with the other.

“I think we’re entitled to a first date, now.” He chuckled and pulled out the small box he’d brought with him.

“You would be correct. What’s in the box?”

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