Damn you, Megan. Damn you. I couldn’t believe I was actually considering it. Megan could convince me sell my organs on the spot, and that comment about of a lot of making up to do hit me hard with guilt. “I wouldn’t even know what to do, how to set it up, or what to wear?”
Crossing her arms, she dropped a hip and flashed a crooked smile. “Oh yeah, now I can finally teach you something. Come on. Let’s go into the lingerie section. We have lots to do.”
***
For the next few days, nothing major had occurred. Marcus and I saw each other when we could. On Wednesday, we went on a nice date on to the same Italian restaurant he took me on our first night together. It was nice to catch up with Mr. Giuseppe again; that old man had such a humble soul. We truly enjoyed his company. Marcus eventually got over the entire office teasing incident. He hadn’t brought it up since, but I knew he was looking forward to getting together tonight. It marked two weeks since we had made our bet.
I should have jumped his bones the moment he picked me up, but I decided to let it drag a little longer because he was going to have me that night. He was dressed down in jeans and a white t-shirt, looking yummier than ever. How that was possible, I wasn’t sure. He didn’t mention the bet all week after the incident in his office, and he didn’t mention it the entire ride to the movie theater either.
We talked about the exam that I had just passed. We discussed his birthday plans—he did not know that a surprise party was being planned by all of his family and friends. We even talked about the case he was preparing that that was supposed to have started on Monday. We talked about everything else except the bet. Had he forgotten?
We pulled into theater parking lot. Marcus walked around and opened the door for me. “Why thank you, Mr. DeLuca.” Reaching for my hand, he smiled, shut the door behind me, and hit the alarm for his car.
“So what did you want to do after the theater?” He asked nonchalantly as we strolled side by side into the building.
Here it goes. He was going to bring it up. I was sure of it. Smiling, I leaned into him as I wrapped my arm around his waist. “Well, I was thinking we could go back to your house and hang out.” I looked up at him with a broad smile. “I was thinking I could sleep over?”
“Sounds good to me. Which movie did you want to see?” He nodded toward the listings. I couldn’t help sulking slightly as I stared at the selections. I was sure that his mood would have changed when I asked to sleep over. He acted as if it didn’t faze him, which kind of upset me, so I chose the most non-manly, non-grim, non-action movie possible.
After grabbing our snacks and popcorn, we entered an empty theater. Marcus arched a brow at me. Okay, so I forced him to watch a chick flick. “Popular movie, huh?”
“It’s been out for a while now. I heard it was good.” He shook his head with a slight grin, as I followed him toward the back of the theater. We sat in the middle of the back row. After adjusting in my seat, I turned to face him. “I’m sorry for making you watch a chick flick. If you want, we can see something else. I can come back and watch this with Megan some other time.”
He brought his hand up and cupped my face. “Babe, seriously, it’s fine. Besides, we’re the only ones here. We could practically get away with anything.” He wiggled his brow.
I tossed some popcorn at him. “Play nice.” I teased. He laughed and leaned back in his chair. I did, in fact, feel bad for forcing him to watch a romance movie.
We talked for a few minutes before the lights dimmed and the previews started.
Marcus wasted no time as he lifted the arm of the chair between us and scooted over. I followed his movement with my eyes.
His hand slowly rose up my skirt. He stopped midway as his fingers gently traced circles on my inner thigh. My insides tightened. I knew I was going to stop him, but as I nibbled on my bottom lip, I didn’t. I wanted to test how far he would go. He stayed there gently stroking my inner thigh, teasing me with his touch. It was as if he were clueless to what he was doing, as if he didn’t know the effect that small movement had on me.
I sucked in a ragged breath, and his lips curled into a slight smile. He focused on the screen as I watched him the entire time. His fingers moved again; this time he went further up. I swallowed hard as his fingertips played with the rim of my lace panties. My heart picked up its pace.
Pushing my panties aside, he rubbed his fingertips along my clit. Leaning back on the chair, he turned his head and focused on me. Humor washed from his face, and his eyes filled with desire, with want. I shut my eyes and tossed my head back on the chair as he slid two fingers inside of me. My insides were throbbing and yearning for him. I should have stopped him, but as I caught his wrist, I found myself guiding him in and out of me.
His skillful fingers continued working me, his thumb rubbing over my clit, as he leaned down and ran his tongue along my neck, towards my earlobe, sucking it in. I turned my chin, catching his mouth, and his tongue twirled, sucking along mine. My breathing became heavier as I became aroused. It was as if he knew my body better than I did. His finger thrust and pounced faster and harder into me. A moan escaped me as I gripped his shirt, digging my nails into him, and bit on his bottom lip to keep from screaming as I released all of the aching tension.
Sucking in air, my eyes flashed opened, and I stared at him. I wanted him in so many ways. The past two weeks had been haunting. I needed him inside me more than ever.
Unzipping his pants, with his hand coated in my wetness, he began stroking himself. Breathing heavily, I looked around. We were still alone. I had this instant adrenaline rush. I was turned on and nervous about the possibility of getting caught.
His eyes were dark and I knew he was ready. Reaching over, he pulled me in and on top of him. With my back pressed against his chest, I faced the large screen. Gripping my hips, he slid himself into me. I gasped.
Oh my God. My entire body shuddered at how good he felt. A burning and aching sensation shot through my core, and I wanted him deeper inside me. I wanted to feel all of him.
My head fell back onto his shoulder. Slowly, he rotated his hips as his fingers gripped onto my thighs. Matching him, I jerked my hips deep into him. I tightened my walls around his thickness as I raised my hips and slammed back down into him. “Fuck, Mia.” He groaned in my ear. My body was sweaty and coursing with desire. I was on a high, and I didn’t want to come down. He felt so good inside me. I felt him thick and hard with every movement of our hips. One of his hands was gripping my breast, while the other rubbed along my sensitive skin.