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Or he could be grateful for who was right in front of him, promising to work through their problems. He groaned in relief as she worked her magic on a stubborn ache, just enjoying the moment with her.
“Does that feel good?” She whispered in his ear, her voice low and sultry. He nodded once, keeping his eyes firmly shut and focusing on the feel of her fingers. His heart leapt at the sudden touch of her tongue, teasing around the lobe of his ear. Shivers raced down his spine as his groin tightened and his cock stirred.
Well, this was promising.
“Do you want to try again?” Sophie asked, moving her fingers down his spine. He did. And he didn’t. If he was honest with himself, he was enjoying this moment here and now. Surprisingly, even to himself, it sounded more appealing to continue with the massage than to get laid.
“Soon,” he promised. “But you’re doing such a good job—”
“Say no more, baby.” Kissing across his shoulders and nipping across his neck, her fingers continued their journey down his spine, easing all the aches and tensions he hadn’t realised were there.
This was what was missing with Erica. Moments where she sat with him like this, ready to serve. Sure, she took care of him, as any dutiful wife should. But she’d rather sit with her fucking crochet than put his needs above hers the way Sophie was doing now.
It was an incredible feeling.
One that made his cock swell with need.
“Get in my lap, Sophie,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Sophie moved swiftly, straddling his waist and biting her lip as she felt his hard-on pressed against her intimately. “Keep going.”
“Yes sir,” she replied. This time, her fingers moved across his chest, teasing through the hair there. Her eyes met his, mischief dancing in her beautiful blues. This was a dangerous game he was playing with her, and he knew that. Sophie was, to put it bluntly, fucking bonkers. He knew it the first time they fucked. She’d tried so hard to leave her mark on him, to make sure he took part of her home with him.
After that first time, her texts came flying in fast and thick. What was he doing? Where was he? Did he want to do it again and was he thinking about her? He should have called it off then and there, but that level of interest in him was intoxicating. He wanted her to want him with that level of ferocity but on his terms.
But if his marriage truly was over, (and after that kiss, it certainly seemed to be), then why shouldn’t he indulge in Sophie’s crazy side? Why couldn’t he unleash her and let her love him the way she wanted to? If they were gonna go for it, he had to see how bad she could get.
“Take my boxers off Sophie, then get back in my lap.”
He was excited now, his cock hard and ready. His earlier mishap was long forgotten as Sophie followed his instructions without question. He lifted his hips to help her as she tugged down the clothing in the way of what she wanted. She stared hungrily at his dick before moving back into his lap, just as she was told to.
“Keep your eyes on mine, Sophie, and put me inside you.” She reached between them, grabbing his hard length and guiding him to her entrance. Her eyes never left his as she lowered herself onto him, biting her lip and groaning his name. “Good girl, Sophie.” He moved his hands through her hair before grabbing a fistful and tugging on it sharply. “Now fuck me.”
“Sir?” She arched an eyebrow, rocking her hips just barely. It thrilled him to see her so eager to please. To make sure she understood every one of his demands.
“For tonight, and tonight only, you are in charge.” He tugged her hair again. “You can fuck the way you want to fuck. We can do whatever you want to do. I won’t stop you. I won’t take over.”
Excitement danced in Sophie’s eyes as his words dawned on her, wetter than he had ever felt her. He was excited too, his stomach clenched in anticipation. He could already sense where this was going, he could almost taste the tension.
Licking his lips, he challenged her one more time.
“It’s time to show me what you’ve got.”
He was in for a wild night.
Chapter 28
Marcus
Lying in the bed he had once shared with his wife, Marcus’ thoughts were on the woman currently sleeping on his sofa. She had asked every day if he wanted her to leave. But he insisted she was welcome to stay as long as she wanted to be there.
He tried to play it cool, but he couldn’t imagine her not being there. They had found comfort with each other. They coexisted in a way that gave them space when they needed it, and a shoulder to cry on when the mood called for it.
Living with Erica was a dream, even in these weird circumstances. Over the past week, he had learned more about her and her life. What made her tick as a person. She had told him about her parents and how they met. Also, about the first boy she ever loved. And, of course, the whirlwind romance she shared with Alex.
In return, he told her about his parents, and where the idea for his business had come from. And he had finally told her what it was about Sophie that had caught his attention.
They had made plans for Phantom Footsteps, looking to the future and how to grow their business. They toyed with renting somewhere together. So, the ghost of their past relationships would not haunt either of them.
What they hadn’t talked about was that kiss.
