Marcus.
MAAAAAAAARCUS—-
I felt Marcus shudder at the sound of his name, and a moment after his fingers joined his mouth, rubbing my clit furiously as his tongue continued thrusting in and out of my pussy.
It was too, too much, and I felt myself spiraling out of control.
“MARCUS!”
And then I was coming, my body jerking against Marcus as my essence streamed out of me in powerful, prolonged spurts.
My head tossed and turned, my hands blindly finding something to grip until my fingers clutched the edges of his desk.
God, it was too much.
Too, too much—-
But waves of pleasure that seemed endless continued to wrack my body.
It felt like forever before my eyes could flutter open, and I caught a glimpse of white marble tiles just as Marcus laid me inside a tub filled with bubbling hot water.
My eyes closed, but just before weariness claimed me, I swore I heard Marcus whisper, “Say you’ll marry me.”
Eleven
Darkness had fallen, transforming the city from a sunny paradise into a sinful haven. With its skyscrapers outlined in neon colors and its bridge laid over the beach like a sparkling bet, Miami’s cityscape at night was quite different from what I was used to in Amsterdam, and certainly more so when one compared it to the slumbering beauty ofBruin Hemel.
Everything seemed bigger and brighter here, newer and fresher, but with it came a sense of urgency – if you don’t move fast enough, you might be left behind.
Which was exactly how I felt,I thought, ever since Marcus Ravelli had proposed his madcap idea about a marriage-slash-merger between us. We had been having lunch at his office, the food prepared by a luxury catering service, and when he had suggested a toast, I had taken the bait, asking what it would be for.
“Our impending marriage,” Marcus had answered smoothly, and I had ended up choking on my wine.
The memory would have made me laugh if anxiety hadn’t taken me hostage, causing cold sweat to envelop my skin like a straitjacket I couldn’t get shake myself out of. In all fairness with Marcus, the draft he had prepared was nothing but thorough and fair.
Despite its unconventional beginnings, the marriage was to be real in every sense – infidelity in any way was not allowed, children were part of the deal, and to avoid muddying the waters, we were to retain separate control of our assets even after our marriage.