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Marcus had finally reached the small city apartment after a long night of waiting.
Before he could reach Lana, he had to find out where her friend lived, and that meant getting his investigator on it straight away.
Right now, she was downing the pain relief and vitamin combo that he swore by for hangovers. When she shuddered with the bitter aftertaste, her eyes watered, making them even more blue.
He missed those dazzling baby blues. Her bed-tousled hair and skimpy sleepwear jolted his dick awake.
The second he heard her enticing voice on the phone last night, he was stunned by the urge to have her. For what he could gather, she had broken up with her useless boyfriend which made his decision to find her, all the more urgent.
Now he had to focus on keeping his hands to himself without tugging the lengths of her hair, forcing her face down on the sofa and hammering into her from behind.
“Just throw on some sweats and track shoes, and let’s go,” he said huskily.
“I’ll need to get a few things.” She pranced to the couch and rummaged through a kit bag.
As she bent over, the hem of those barely there shorts slid up, her perky ass cheeks peeking out at him. His temperature was rising, to off the fucking thermometer.
“Are you ready?” He pinched the bridge of his nose when she looked up with those bright blue eyes and gifted him with a devastatingly sexy grin. “I’ll get you whatever you need, let’s just get out of here.”
After she threw on jeans, a tee and trainers, Marcus led her to his car. Her hair swayed as she walked, brushing his hand that was firmly positioned on her lower back.
A dog barked in the stillness of the early morning agitating his pounding head.
He opened the passenger door, watching intently as she slipped in and clipped her seat belt. As he took in the view, his mind wandered to how little she knew.
All his staff at The Fitz were instructed to contact him the minute she had any dealings with the hotel. Having sank a couple of whiskey’s earlier in the evening, he was forced to wait until he could consider driving, even when her friends address lit up his phone.
He paced the floors until he could make his way to her, unable to understand why it was eating him up inside.
Why did Lana Craig torment him so much?
Now she was responding to his touch with warmth in her eyes. A gaze that he wanted to wrap himself up in forever.