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Best fuck he’d ever had, if he were being honest.

They took a moment to breathe, or rather … catch the air they both needed. With him still inside her, and her leg trembling against his hip, she let out a soft laugh.

He did, too.

Because damn.

“What now?” Cella asked.

Marcus chuckled deeply.

“What?”

He shook his head and dipped down to press a fast kiss against her still trembling lips. “Now you fix your dress, and I’ll help, if you need me to. We’re going to smooth down your hair, make sure we didn’t smudge any makeup, and we’ll walk back to the mansion to say goodbye to my parents before you let me take you back to your hotel, so we can do this again.”

Cella dragged in a shaky breath under his weight still pressing her to the window of the solarium. “Oh, we’re just going to go right back in there then, after this?”

“Believe it or not, but that drives me crazy thinking about knowing I’ll have just fucked you, and I’m thirty minutes away from getting another taste of you, all the while no one gets to know that except me … and you’re treated like a queen whether or not I’m making you scream with my cock or saying goodbye to my parents. And you definitely want to find out what happens after that.”

“Pretty sure that would be against some rule somewhere. It has to be.”

He lifted his brow once suggestively. “What’d I say about having to break them sometimes, huh?”

“You’re going to kill me, Marcus Guzzi.”

He flashed a grin. “I’ll go down with you.”

It wasn’t the hint of sunlight dancing into the hotel room that woke Cella from her sleep, but rather, the quiet conversation coming from somewhere to her right. She did her best to stay still, and not let her companion know she had woken up during his little chat because …

Well, how could she not?

“Ma said I won’t have to ride the bus when I start school,” Tiffany explained, her young voice taking on that no-nonsense tone she liked to use when she wanted to sound older than her five years. “Someone will drive me.”

“You don’t want to take the bus even once?” Marcus asked.

“It’s yellow.”

She said that as though that should just explain all of her feelings on the matter. Cella had all she could do not to laugh, but she did smile against the soft pillow under her head. Marcus, on the other hand, laughed hard and loud, but quickly quieted.

Maybe because he thought she was still sleeping.

Who knew?

“Well, they’re yellow so people can easily see them,” he said.

“Yeah, well …”

“No school bus, I get it.”

Tiffany sighed, the phone call she talked on with Marcus only distorting her voice slightly. The girl had learned to use the phone when she was three, and now whenever she stayed a night away from her mother with her aunts or grandparents, she used the phone to call and check in. A lot, although Cella never told her to stop.

Whatever her kid needed to feel safe.

“Do you want me to get your mom to call you back when—”

“We can keep talking,” Tiffany said brightly.

Because of course.