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And still, he had to ask, “Yes, I have a condom, but is that what you want—for me to fuck you out here where someone might see you backed up against a wall with your dress yanked up to your ass? Allow me that, bella donna, and let me make you scream into my tie when I stuff it into your mouth. Tell me yes, and trust that the rest of this night is going to be all about what you need.”

She didn’t even hesitate when she replied, “And what if I said no?”

“Then it’s no.”

“And what if that turns me on because no one’s ever asked to fuck me quite like that before, Marcus?”

A dark noise fell from his lips. “Then, I’d say that’s a shame, and you should let me make sure you never have to worry about not knowing what that experience is like again. Tell me yes, Cella.”

She did. Clearly, though the word came out softened by the heat in her tone. And still, he loved the way she said that, “Yes, please yes.”

Marcus didn’t need to be told again. His lips found hers against for another hard, burning kiss. The force alone was enough to have her taking several steps backward with him walking right with her until her back met the glass wall. On the other side of it, the vines grew thickly along the wall of windows, but they had yet to reach the top where the majority of the light spilled in during the day.

Though there were still patches where the vines had yet to cover, allowing him a peek at the trail where they’d come from outside. But he wasn’t very focused on watching that when the woman under him was a far more interesting sight.

Especially when he dropped to his knees and bunched her skirt up around her hips in his fist. Her head fell back to the glass as he leaned in to kiss her inner thighs, enjoying the way her skin shuddered under his lips.

Need shot down to his cock.

Fuck.

His balls ached.

“I want to fuck you more than anything,” he told her, looking up to meet her gaze as he spoke, “but I want just a taste of you first. How fast do you think you can come with just my mouth on your pussy, Cella?”

A low whine escaped her.

That wasn’t quite good enough for him, though.

“If you’re going to let me do this to you, then I at least want to hear you use your words.”

“I don’t know how fast, but I want to find out.”

Marcus gave her one of his grins. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He kept the skirt of her dress high with one hand, and used the other to drag the black, lace thong she wore underneath it down her legs, his cock still biting against the only half-opened zipper from the sight of that piece of scrap. It’d looked so good covering the apex of her thighs, but now he had an even better view.

She was bare.

Waxed.

With her thighs already open for him, he had the perfect view of her pussy, and the wetness already starting to gather there for him to taste. Pink, and soft, and so fucking hot under his tongue when he leaned in for that first tease with the flick of his tongue against her silt.

She trembled.

Ragged breaths all the way.

And he just wanted more.

To see more.

Hear more.

Taste more of her.

Her fingers threaded into his hair, manicured nails dragging along his scalp as he stopped teasing her all at once. He had neither the patience nor the control to do that with this beautiful woman tonight.

Another night, certainly.