“Well, technically I am his brother Duke’s Executive Assistant. But I do help all my boys out,” she says warmly.
“That’s nice,” I say.
“Okay, Chrissy. I think I know your tastes now. I’ll leave these things here for you and the rest will be sent along later this afternoon.”
“The rest?” I ask, looking around the room at the tons of clothes left behind. There is no way I’d ever be able to wear this amount of clothes in any reasonable time frame. It’s too much.
“Oh yes. This is only the tip of the iceberg,” she says laughing. The bedroom door opens and Marquise walks in. I swear to God, I forget how to breathe when he is in the room. He's so sexy. Beyond sexy, really. I want to climb him like a tree.
“Is everything okay in here, ladies?” he asks. His deep voice gives me fucking goosebumps.
“Just finishing up,” Ingrid says.
“Okay. Thank you for your help, Ingrid. I really appreciate it.”
“You are very welcome.”
“Let me walk you out, Ingrid,” Marquise tells her, but he’s staring at me. The tension between us is palpable. I love it and can’t wait to see where it will go between us. When he does finally take me, I know it will be explosive. Even more explosive than when he touched me earlier.
“Sure,” she says as she leans closer to him. “Your mother is going to have a field day with her. You know that, right?” She whispers the observation, but it’s loud enough for me to hear.
His mom? Oh, God. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she thinks I’m not good enough for her son? I mean, I know I’m not good enough but what if she thinks that too? When he's back in the room, I am still standing in the same spot I was in, Immediately, I deliberately walk over to him with my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” I tell him before standing on my tiptoes in order to kiss him.
“I’ll always take care of you, Chrissy. Always,” he says, kissing me again.
Damn, I so want to get used to this.Chapter SevenMarquiseDay ThreeJesus. I can’t remember the last time I was able to roll over in the morning and not look at the time. No. Instead I have this delectable piece of sin in the bed beside me, mesmerizing me. The sheet is down to her waist and her nipples are peeking at me. They are winking, showing me they are awake and ready for some attention. Her skin shines from the sunbeams inside the room, highlighting the dessert beside me.
I am a coffee and bagel with no cream cheese type of guy. Sometimes I have bacon and eggs with orange juice. I find however, that ever since Chrissy has been gracing her naked luscious morsel of a body in my bed, I have been craving sugar in the morning. Today is no different. I move to the bottom of the bed and nudge her legs open. Her ass is in my face since she is on her stomach. Fuck. Even better. I can play with her bad girl hole, while I feast.
Sliding down to get my face between her thighs, I inhale her spicy aroma. My eyes close as I allow the fragrance to overtake me and fill my blood with her very essence. She feels my movements along with my touch and begins to move as she moans my name.
“Marquise.”
“Don’t fucking move, Goddess. If I want you to move, I will move you.” I tell her a bit harshly, but shit! I am unable to stop the heat, along with the addiction that is pounding in my veins. I stare into her center, seeing the twinkle of her moisture taunting me and begging me to take a taste. Drink it. Devour it. Message received. I dive in. My tongue is licking up and down the lips of her treasure, teasing her for a minute.
“Oh God, Marquise,” she says, her head is moving back and forth as she tries in vain to move against my hands holding her legs down.
My tongue dives between the two plump folds, and I hit the cream immediately craving more and more. I spread her ass cheeks, parting her pussy further and opening her back entrance to my thumb. The need to have more parts of me inside of her is almost overwhelming. Telling myself it’s too soon, needing the most demanding part of myself to claim every inch of her, over and over. My thumb enters her ass and she squeaks, clenching against the intrusion.
“It’s okay baby. Trust me. I won’t go too far. Yet.” I stop licking to tell her before going back to my sugar. Her sticky liquid, all over my nose and mouth. Both of which feel stiff and numb, but I refuse to stop indulging in the treat.