Page 47 of Decker

Chapter Twenty-One

The entire Eidolonteam had turned out for Percy’s funeral, which was held at his local church. Mark had stood beside her the entire time, his hand always touching her in some way. Holding her hand or with light pressure at the small of her back, just so she knew he was there, and she’d needed it. What happened to Andy was sad, but Percy’s death was tragic. He’d been an innocent and now his husband would raise their two daughters alone.

Her heart had felt heavy since the funeral but that wasn’t all that was on her mind. Mark was pulling away; she could feel his emotional distance like a physical loss. He still cooked for her, and he made love to her every night, and it was tender and passionate and still had that sexy edge of dominance she loved. He kissed her like she was the only person in his life who mattered.

It was subtle changes; like he didn’t hold her all night as he had before. He also made sure he was up before her every morning and dressed so they no longer shared a shower. He had lunch with one of his teammates instead of her, and more importantly, he couldn’t seem to look her in the eye.

Closing the romantic comedy novel she was reading, she laid it on the couch. Mark was in his home office working as he did most evenings and she felt edgy and unsettled. Like she needed to run or do something to get rid of these feelings of panic.

Blake and Gunner were outside today, and she knew they were far from convinced about her safety, hence why she was still living here. The truth was she didn’t want to leave but she knew the time was coming.

She needed to get out of her head and maybe using the home gym Mark had set up would help. She could do no more with the hospital until the board made a decision about a new head. Her eyes pricked with tears at the thought of Percy and his grieving family. Wiping the lone tear away, she opened her eyes wide to try and make herself look happier and went to find Mark.

She knocked on the door and poked her head in to find him on the phone. She made to back away, but he motioned her inside with a smile that made her insides melt. What was it about this man that made her turn to mush? Oh, that’s right, he’s sexy, kind, thoughtful, looked like a god, fucked like the devil, and she loved being with him.

Moving into the room she leaned against the windowsill and listened.

“Are you sure, Jack? I won’t have her at risk.” His eyes were on her as he nodded at whatever Jack was saying.

“Okay, that’s good enough for me. I’ll let her know and thank Shadow for me.”

Savannah had no idea who Shadow was, and she’d heard the term often, but she also knew not to ask questions. There was more to Eidolon than she’d first realised, and she figured sometimes less was more. Mark hung up the phone and looked up at her with a wide smile, his shoulders seeming to slump in relief.

“Everything all right?”

He stood and crossed to her, his hands landing on her hips and bringing her tight against him. Instantly her body began to hum with desire. He lifted her and set her on his desk as he stepped between her thighs, spreading them wide. “Everything is great. Shadow has made a deal with the Cavendish brothers to secure your safety. I don’t know the details, nor do I need to, but they’ve guaranteed you’re safe from them and Carter.”

His hands wandered over her skin, touching her everywhere as Savannah ran her hands over his flexing biceps. She loved how strong he was, how beautiful his body was, he made her feel cherished and small. “Really? So, I can go back to surgery?”

Mark laughed as he threw his head back exposing the thick column of his neck and it was a wonderful sound after all the silence. “I should’ve guessed that would be your first thought.” He kissed her neck as he pushed her oversized shirt off her shoulder. “Yes, you can go back to surgery.”

His lips grew more frantic on her skin as she arched against him, giving him more room. She could sense the urgency in him, felt the air change as the dominant sexual being overtook him. She loved him when he could hardly keep it together. When he was frantic to be inside her.

“I want you to fuck me on your desk.” Her hands pulled at his clothes, desperate to feel his warm skin under her fingers. He tore at her shirt, sending buttons flying and unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

With his hand between her breasts, he pushed her back on his desk and surveyed her. Goosebumps broke out all over her body at the heated gaze filled with possession. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful.”

Her body ached to feel him inside her, every nerve strung so tight she thought she might climax from just his kiss. He played her body like a fine violin, knowing each stroke that would give her the most pleasure.

“Mark, I need you.” Her hands were at his hips, grasping wildly at his zipper before she finally freed his hard cock. She stroked him twice just how he liked it, watching his eyes turn to onyx before he threw his head back in pleasure.

“That feels so fucking good, but I need to be inside that tight pussy.”

Savannah loved his filthy mouth when they had sex. He was so prim and buttoned up most of the time and she loved that she got to see that side of him.

He pulled away from her touch and quickly dragged her leggings and panties down her legs. He was still partially dressed and that added to the arousal running through her. She was so exposed, and he looked uncontrolled and wild.

“Mark.” She reached for him, and he bent to kiss her, his tongue sliding through her mouth as his cock rubbed through her soaked sex. Her legs clamped around his waist, and he was inside her, his hard dick stretching her as he pushed in to the base. Her body clenched around him, and he shuddered, his entire body moving beneath her hands.

“So tight and wet. Fuck. You slay me, doc.”

“Fuck me.”

His head lifted and he gave her a sexy smile. “Such a dirty mouth for a professional woman.”

She had no answer because he pulled out and slammed into her, giving her exactly what she begged for. He groaned with each hard stroke of his hips, her body slid across the desk, he was fucking her hard, and she loved it. He laced his fingers with hers and thrust their joined hands above her head on the desk. His lips dipped and pulled her tight nipple into his mouth.

Her body was alive, every cell zinging with electricity, and she whimpered in pleasure, in fear. This was so much more than anything they had shared before and she was scared this climax would send her over the edge.