My heart raced as I stood alone in Marcus’s penthouse. Anxiety from whatever was going on downstairs in the club, of course. But also nervous excitement. Getting whisked away by a bodyguard to a giant penthouse was, let’s be honest, pretty epic.
The man who’d led me upstairs showed me how to use the intercom in case I needed anything. He pointed to the kitchen, bar area, and left me in the living room where a giant screen was playing an old movie I’d seen before but couldn’t remember the name of.
I perched on the edge of a leather armchair, not wanting to damage or even look too hard at anything. But my curiosity eventually got the better of me and I got up to have a little snoop around the place.
Not sure how long I’d have to explore, I began a slow walk through the space. The décor was tasteful and expensive, yet unmistakably masculine. Dark wood furniture contrasted against cream-colored walls, while rich leather sofas and armchairs in a series of seating areas dotted around the place. A sleek, black grand piano sat in the corner of the main living space, next to the bar. The piano’s glossy surface reflected the soft glow of the modern chandelier above it.
“Marcus has got style,” I muttered to myself, biting my bottom lip as I took in the warm opulence of his home.
I made my way down a hallway and into a large office or library. One wall was floor to ceiling windows framed by heavy dark curtains that were open to provide a view of the entire city below.
After enjoying the view for a while, my attention shifted to the artwork and old books adorning the walls and shelves. Intricate oil paintings depicted landscapes and scenes from another era, while others showcased abstract imagery that stirred something within me. The bookshelves were filled with worn leather-bound volumes, their titles revealing subjects ranging from philosophy to classic literature.
Maybe Marcus was more than just a pretty face and gorgeous body.
This was the home of someone cultured and well-read, possessing a depth I hadn’t expected. Certainly not the home of some heartless criminal. I wondered what else there was to learn about Marcus Moore.
“Like what you see?” Marcus’s voice suddenly cut through my thoughts, and I turned to find him standing in the doorway.
“Absolutely,” I replied, my heart racing with anticipation as our gazes locked.
In an instant, the distance between us vanished as we practically devoured each other, our lips crashing together passionately. Our hands roamed over one another, desperate to reconnect, erase the brief separation that had done nothing to tamp down the fire between us.
“God, I needed this,” I murmured against his lips, feeling his fingers tangle in my hair as he deepened the kiss.
“Me too, baby’,” he growled, his grip tightening on me as if afraid I’d slip away.
“Is everything okay, in the club I mean?” I asked breathlessly, pulling back just enough to search his eyes for any sign of trouble.
“Everything’s fine, Olivia. You’re safe here with me.” His words were both reassuring and electrifying, igniting a fresh wave of desire within me.
“Good,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his once more. Our tongues danced together, fueled by a hunger that only seemed to intensify with each passing moment.
Marcus pulled away from me, his breath hot and ragged against my lips. “You should stay here tonight. It’s very late.”
“Okay,” I replied, my heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and desire. I knew I should be more worried about the dangers of being around a man like Marcus, but all I could focus on was how much I wanted him. Besides, he seemed dedicated to keeping me safe. And close. Both sounded perfect to me.
“Good,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his eyes softening. “You know I’d never let anything happen to you, Olivia.”
I brushed a bit of dirt off of his forearm. “You’re a bit of a mess, Marcus. Let me help you clean up,” I offered, feeling more brazen and adventurous than I ever had before. It wasn’t like me to be so reckless.
He smirked, tugging me faster down the hallway into the primary bedroom suite. “That’s an offer I can’t refuse.”
As we made our way through the penthouse, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Our clothes began to fall away, discarded in a trail that led through to the bathroom. As I admired Marcus’s body – the muscles, tattoos, and scars that adorned him – I felt my desire for him grow stronger.
“Come on,” he murmured, taking my hand and leading me down the hallway to his bathroom. The room was spacious, filled with warm light that reflected off the sleek marble tiles. In the center stood an enormous glass-enclosed shower, complete with multiple jets and enough space for a small party.
“Wow,” I breathed, unable to hide my admiration. He grinned in response, turning on the water and allowing steam to fill the room.
“Get in,” Marcus ordered gently, gesturing towards the shower. As we stepped inside, the hot water cascaded over our bodies, washing away the grime and tension that clung to us. I felt a sense of calm wash over me as I rubbed soap over his muscular form, carefully examining every inch for injuries.
“Come here,” he commanded, pulling me close as I gently washed his body, checking for injuries. But Marcus stopped me with a growl, his erection pressing against me. “This isn’t a cleaning shower, Olivia. It’s a dirty one.”
“Is that so?” I laughed, my voice teasing as I leaned in to kiss him passionately once more.
As we explored each other’s bodies under the hot spray, I accidentally touched a spot on his side, making him wince briefly. My laughter died on my lips, replaced by a gasp of worry. “Did I hurt you?”
“Liv, don’t worry about me,” he assured me, dropping to his knees in front of me. “I’m going to make sure all you can think about is pleasure.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, unable to keep the concern from my voice.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. Forget everything but this. Us.” he whispered against my lips, his desire evident in both his words and actions. I glanced down and noticed his arousal, a wicked smile spreading across my face. “This is gonna be a dirty shower, not a cleaning one,” Marcus drawled.
“Is that so?” I teased.
“Damn right,” he replied, pulling me to him with an intensity that left me breathless. Our lips crashed together, our tongues dancing a passionate tango as the hot water rained down on us. He pressed me against the glass wall of the shower, and I could feel the heat emanating from his powerful body as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Easy, tiger,” I whispered between kisses, my fingers running over the contours of his muscles. My mind was a whirlwind of lust and desire, but I couldn’t silence the small voice inside that whispered caution. This man was dangerous – not just because of what he did for a living, but also because of the power he held over me. I was wanton desire personified in his arms and I loved every second, but I was still nervous.
“Can’t help it, beautiful,” he murmured against my neck, his teeth nibbling at the sensitive skin there. “You’re driving me wild.”
“Likewise,” I admitted, my nails digging into his back as I explored every inch of his wet, glistening body. The water cascaded over Marcus’s chiseled abs and chest, its warmth making my hands glide smoothly over the firm, muscular expanse of skin. As my palm passed over a spot on his side, he winced briefly, and I gasped, terrified that I’d hurt him.
“Marcus, are you okay?” I asked anxiously, my eyes wide with concern.
“Fine,” he assured me, gritting his teeth. “Just a little tender, is all. Don’t worry about it.”
“Alright,” I relented, still uncertain but unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. Our lips met again, hungrily devouring each other as we let our passion take over.
His large hands gripped my hips, steadying me as I leaned back against the cool tile while he lowered himself to his knees. The steamy water cascaded over us, heightening every sensation. My heart raced, and a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.
He wasted no time, leaning in and pressing his mouth to my core, kissing and teasing me gently. His tongue flicked over my sensitive flesh, making me gasp and squirm.
“Marcus,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in his wet hair. “God, that feels so good.”
He chuckled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. “I’m just getting started, baby.”
As his tongue continued its artful dance, I lost myself in the waves of pleasure crashing over me. Every touch, every nip, every lick was perfectly calculated, driving me closer and closer to the edge. My legs trembled, and I clutched at his shoulders for support.
“Marcus… I’m… oh god,” I panted, unable to form a coherent sentence. And then, with one final stroke of his tongue, I shattered, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave.
After a few moments, Marcus stood, his arms encircling me as I tried to catch my breath. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, letting me taste myself on him, which only reignited the fire within me.
“Come on,” he said, his voice gentle as he turned off the water and guided me out of the shower. He wrapped a plush robe around my shivering body, his concern for my well-being clear in his tender touch.
“Bedtime,” Marcus urged, looking into my eyes as he led me to his bed. His expression was softer than I’d ever seen it, and it made my heart stutter in my chest.
“Okay,” I agreed. “But I have one condition.”
“What’s that?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
“No full sex,” I said firmly, trying to ignore the way my body protested at the decision. “It’s just… too soon, and things are too crazy right now.”
“Fine,” Marcus agreed, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes as he pulled back the covers and gestured for me to climb into bed. “But I’m curious about what you consider ‘full sex’… and I can’t wait to find out which of the items on my long list of things I want to do to you right now bend, but don’t break your rule.”
And over the next few hours, I discovered the list was indeed very long, and very satisfying for both of us.