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“I usually keep it secured in my bedroom,” he murmured and moved past her toward the living room. He walked over to the entertainment center and pulled open one of the draws. The sound of her heels on his hardwood floors echoed behind him. He placed the gun in the drawer for now, making a mental note to come back later to put it where it belonged. “Why are you here?
He turned around, and the wind left his lungs as if he had been hit in the chest with a two by four.
Sarena held back the chuckle at the look on Marcas’s face. She cocked her hip and rested her hands on them while he took her in. She had removed her jacket once he’d gone into the living room.
Now here she stood in her little lace lingerie that molded to her thick curves and did nothing to hide anything. Her core clenched at the hunger that burned from his irises as he eyed her up and down.
Ronnie had been right. This outfit was much better suited to show off in front of a man. One who would peel it off of her.
She grinned and slowly turned around so he could see the full outfit. The lingerie was designed for a woman with an ample backside, and she had plenty. The back of the bottoms were a thong, leaving both plump ass cheeks of hers on display. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder so he could see the full outfit.
She stared over at Marcas with an innocent look on her face. His gaze was locked on her ass, and she knew she had him. No man could fight a woman in a sexy outfit that highlighted everything he loved about the female anatomy, and Marcas MacArthur was an ass and breast man.
“Like what you see, Marcas?” she murmured, turning back to face him. She put a little sway in her hips as she made her way over to him.
Now it was her turn to lay down the rules.
After her pep talk from Ronnie, she was confident in her sex appeal and knew if she wanted Marcas, she’d just have to go after him and make him see things her way. He didn’t get to just decide for her. He just didn’t know what he wanted and didn’t realize that what they’d started the other night was nowhere near finished.
“Fuck, Sarena.” He ran his hand through his hair when she stopped in front of him.
She cocked her head back so she could gaze into his eyes.
“That’s what we are going to do, Marcas.” She smiled at the sight of his nostrils flaring. She had him in the palm of her hand. No matter how much he tried to fight what was between them, she’d win him over. They could work out the details of their ‘relationship’ later. Now, she just needed him between her legs.
She placed her finger over his lips as he opened his mouth to speak.
“Shh…” She pressed her body to his. His cock pushed against her through his cotton sweats, and it took all she had to stay focused and not drop to her knees in front of him. “Now see here, Sergeant Marcas MacArthur. It wasn’t that long ago that you marched over to my yard and told me that we were going to fuck. Now it’s my turn.”
He moved to speak again, and she rested her finger on his lips and shushed him once more. He wasn’t about to kill her thunder, she was on a roll.
“I’m not done. We are going to fuck. Many times. And we are going to date. I don’t care what you’ve done in the past, I’m the present, and if you play your cards right, I’ll be your future. I want you to peel this contraption off me, fuck me hard all night, and then tomorrow, we’ll discuss our relationship. Do you follow me, Sergeant?”
Her breaths were coming fast, and she waited for an answer. He cocked his eyebrow and glanced down at her finger. She removed it to allow him to talk.
“Do I have permission to speak, ma’am?”
A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes, and her core clenched. His hand slid up to the back of her neck and held her head in place.
“Yes, Sergeant,” she breathed, watching his head move close to her. “You have permission.”
“Good. I’m a fucking idiot,” he muttered then swooped his mouth down onto hers.
The kiss was hot, open, and wet. She celebrated her victory by wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands instantly cupped her bare ass, crushing his hard cock to her stomach.
She released a moan as his tongue thrust its way inside her mouth. Marcas grabbed her and lifted her. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life when he moved toward the stairs.
She’d have to call and thank her friend tomorrow. Hopefully, she’d have some form of her voice left. Tonight, she planned for there to be plenty of screaming.
