by Mari Carr
She shook her head. “Not about the money. I mean, I don’t want to be judged because of how much I stand to inherit, so how can I subject you to the same thing without being a gigantic hypocrite? However, you do owe me an apology—a big one—for not giving me the same consideration when we first met.”
Marc’s shoulders sagged. “You’re right. I was a huge dick.”
She laughed. “Wow. I stand corrected. You and Chuck don’t have anything in common. You actually get it.”
Marc shoved his hands in his front pockets, looking miserable, worried. “I’m really sorry, Sophie. And I don’t blame you if you don’t feel like accepting my apology this time. I’m saying those words to you way too often.”
She tilted her head. “Is there anything else you’re hiding from me? Need to make amends for?”
“No. I can’t think of anything. At the moment.”
She stepped closer. “Good.”
“So we’re okay?”
“I’d say we’re a little better than okay, wouldn’t you? Last night was…” She let Marc fill in the blanks, helping him along as she dragged her fingers along his chest seductively.
Marc released a long, loud sigh of relief that made her happier than she thought possible. He’d been more nervous than she’d realized. The idea that he was afraid of losing her touched her heart.
He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her so tightly it took her breath away. Her stomach brushed his erection.
She pulled away and glanced down. “Seriously? We ran a damn marathon last night and this morning. You can’t honestly…”
He grasped her hand, rubbing it along the front of his cargo pants and distracting her. “I told you before. It’s these short skirts you wear.”
He turned her away from him and together they took a step closer to the door. Marc turned the lock on the knob then hit the light switch. They were plunged into absolute darkness.
Something about losing the sense of sight notched up Sophie’s arousal. Her other senses kicked into overdrive.
“I’m afraid this isn’t going to take very long. I’ve been hard since you left my house this morning. I swear to God, you’re better than a dose of Viagra.”
“Romantic fool,” she teased. She started to laugh, but the sound quickly morphed to a gasp when Marc raised her skirt and slapped her ass. The burn of his hand against her sensitive flesh felt far too good. “Do that again,” she whispered.
Marc repeated the slap on her other ass cheek then placed his hand on her back, subtly urging her to bend forward. Sophie pressed her hands against the door, tilting at the waist. The obvious acquiescence spurred Marc to action.
She heard the rasp of a zipper, the tearing of a wrapper, felt the head of his cock travel along her slit.
He hadn’t lied. He was rock-hard, thick and ready. She felt him slide easily along her slick pussy and realized she was more than prepared to take him in herself.
“You’re wet.”
She nodded before realizing he couldn’t see the gesture. Reaching back, she tried to halt his teasing rubs, to force his cock inside her body.
Marc brushed her hand aside.
“Stop screwing around.” Her voice betrayed her hunger.
“I haven’t even started screwing around yet.”
She tried to grasp his cock again but Marc anticipated the move, was there waiting for her. Gripping both of her wrists, he pulled them to the small of her back, holding them together with one hand. With the other, he placed three more hard, fast slaps on her ass.
She squirmed, twisted, seeking the relief only his cock could provide. Marc’s grip tightened and Sophie groaned. God. She’d never been so turned-on in her life.
“Hold still,” he demanded.
He may as well ask her to fly to the moon. She was capable of neither. He spanked her again and she trembled with need.
“Please,” she whispered, pride be damned. The entire experience was driving her out of her mind. The darkness, the spanking, her immobile wrists. It was as if Marc had a direct line to her dirtiest fantasies.
“You like being controlled. Forced.”
It wasn’t a question. And he didn’t sound turned off by that insight.
“Shit, Soph. Do you have any idea how hot that is?”
She forced herself to take deep breaths—air in through the nose, out from the mouth, in through nose…
The head of his cock touched her anus and she shivered, wishing he’d shove the damn thing inside her—anywhere inside her.
“I’m stopping by the store as soon as I leave here and buying lube. I’m going to fuck this pretty little ass tonight.”
“Yes,” she whispered. He ran his free hand along the heated cheeks. She stretched up on her toes, trying to invite more of that delicious stroking. Instead he moved his hand and gathered a handful of her hair. Tightening his grip, he used it to pull her back to standing.
The vicious yank had her juices flowing. She’d never felt so wet. He moved them forward until her chest was flat against the door.
“You’re my captive,” he mumbled, his deep voice driving her fantasy into an entirely new realm.
“God!” she gasped. “Marc.” Every word he spoke was pure magic, setting off sparks in parts of her body that had never known arousal until this moment. Her stomach clenched in anticipation, her nipples ached, her scalp tingled.
Marc nipped at her earlobe. “When you get to my place tonight, we’re going to expand on this. I’m going to tie you to my bed, blindfold you, spank your ass and withhold your orgasm until you’re begging for it, promising me anything and everything until I let you come.”
“Please.” She was begging him now, though she wasn’t sure if it was his cock or his dirty promises that she wanted more.
Marc pulled her hands away from her back, placing them against the door, palms flat. “Keep them there. Don’t move them.”
Before she could respond, he grasped her hips, dragging them back until she was bent over once more.
Then, finally, he gave her exactly what she wanted. And then some. He shoved in to the hilt with one powerful thrust. The strength of it would have propelled her face-first into the door if her hands hadn’t been there to hold her back. He didn’t relent, didn’t give her a chance to become accustomed to him. They’d proven last night and this morning that they fit perfectly.
He fucked her hard, just as he’d promised. When he reached around to touch her clit, Sophie cried out loudly.
Marc chuckled, then his other hand crept up, covering her mouth. “Quiet, Soph, or everyone in the bar will know what’s going on in here.”
Despite his comment, he continued to move thrust, taking her to the point where she didn’t give a damn who heard. His hand, silencing her, added to the illusion of being his captive. It brought her over hard.
Marc kept her mouth covered as her moans grew louder. Her climax ravaged through her. She’d only begun to come back to her senses when Marc came as well.
She loved the way his hand tightened on her hip as he climaxed. Though they’d only been together a few times, she was already becoming accustomed to his tells, the little hints that told her he was on the verge of losing control.
Those things made her feel even closer to him, and again, she was amazed by how quickly their relationship was progressing. He’d told her this morning he was going to fall in love with her. Now, though she knew it was too soon to say the words aloud, she had to admit he’d already staked a rather large claim on her heart.
Her future—with her handsome bachelor—had never looked so promising or so bright.
The End
About Mari Carr
Writing a book was number one on Mari’s bucket list and on her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Now her computer is jammed full of stories—novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends. A New York Times and USA Today bestseller, as well as winner of the Passionate Plume, Mari finds time for writing by squeezing
it into the hours between 3 a.m. and daybreak, when her family is asleep and the house is quiet.
You can visit Mari on her website, and also on Facebook and Twitter. She blogs at International Heat and hangs out on the Heat Wave Readers Yahoo group.
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Retreat
Sugar and Spice, Everything Nice
Tease the Cougar anthology
Wild Irish 1 & 2: Wild Days
Wild Irish 3 & 4: Wild Nights
Wild Irish 5 & 6: Wild Times
Wild Irish 7 & 8: Wild Kisses
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