This just… happened. She looked alarmed that I’d thrown on my clothes so quickly, and for some reason, her confusion was stoking my anger even more. “Need anything while I’m out?”
She smiled back at me, hers much more genuine than mine. Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll just let it be.”
“You did say she could be a little much at times,” Dillon pointed out. Phoebe was starting to enter her apartment again. We’ll have to go out soon. “Talk soon.”
“Thanks, man!” I called out, raising my cup to him in cheers as he retreated from my table. She shoved her generous hips into my crotch, meeting each aggressive thrust with equal fervor. I’ve met your family for Christ’s sake.”
I waited for her to say something—anything—but she didn’t even look at me or acknowledge anything I was saying. Her eyes dropped to the mattress, so I could no longer see directly into them, but I could hear how upset she was. I trailed kisses down her back, marveling at the flawless canvas as I painted it with my tongue and lips, tasting the saltiness of our combined sweat. A sob escaped from her as she said, “Marcus—”
“How long?” I repeated. We’ll have to go out soon. She shoved her generous hips into my crotch, meeting each aggressive thrust with equal fervor.
