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Once they arrived in Paris, the waiting car took them immediately to Marcus’s favorite donut shop. As he walked into the store with Chelsea’s hand in his, the woman behind the counter lit up.
“Marcus! What? It’s been ages!” she yelled across the room.
“Hello Alice, I missed you and had to fly all the way to Paris just to see you,” he said with a huge grin.
Alice rolled her eyes as she wiped her hands on the towel tucked into her apron. “Liar, you missed my donuts, not me. Who’s your friend?”
“Chelsea, this is Alice. Alice, this is Chelsea. She’s craving beignets. All the good places in New Orleans were closed when we left, so I told her that I knew a place,” he said with a laugh.
Alice looked at her watch and let out a throaty laugh. “They are all open now.”
Marcus shrugged. “Yeah, but we are here now. You have any beignets or what?”
Alice waved them toward the counter and placed a plate on top of it. Reaching into it, she pulled out a selection of donuts, including two beignets. She slid the plate toward them and placed two coffee cups on the counter next to it, filling each with the blackest coffee that Chelsea had ever seen.
Marcus winked knowingly at her. “It’s the good stuff. Trust me.”
Once Alice had finished filling the cups, Marcus picked them up and leaned over the counter. Kissing her on the cheek, he grinned widely at her.
“Missed you, Alice!” he said before taking the coffee to one of the little tables near the window. Chelsea followed behind him with the plates of goodies.
“Just how well do you know Alice?” she asked with a smirk and a wink.
“Not that well,” he said. “She saved my life with a cup of coffee more than once when I lived in Paris. I am not exactly a morning person. And introduced me to the infamous beignet. Although, I will say that Joe perfected it. Just don’t tell Alice.”
Chelsea giggled. “I won’t”
Marcus smiled across the table. “You have a nice laugh. I’d love to hear it more often. I’m glad that you are enjoying yourself.”
Chelsea suddenly glanced down at her hands on the table. Her expression fell. “Marcus, it’s not that I’m not enjoying myself. I am. This is just not my comfort zone.”
He reached across the table and held her hands. “I realize that, and I’m pleased that you’re stepping out of that comfort zone to give it a try.”
She smiled weakly up at him and glanced out the window. “So, you lived in Paris?” she asked in an attempt to change the subject.
Marcus nodded. “Right around the corner, basically. For six years. Trying to ‘find myself’,” he said, accentuating the words with air quotes.
“Did you...’find yourself’?” Chelsea asked.
“Not really. I found that I have a love of lying in bed reading for long periods of time and a father that insisted that I work.” He chuckled. “I was lazy. So, I came up with a plan to read all the time. I would become a publisher. I never realized how much work and how little reading it actually was.”
“I get the reading, not you,” she answered with a grin.
For the next hour, they ate their donuts, shared their stories and drank their coffee. Conversation was light and fun. The coffee was dark and strong. The donuts were some of the best Chelsea had ever had, other than Joe’s.
When the coffee and donuts were gone, Marcus frowned down at the empty plate. “Shall I take you back to the plane now? Or would you like to walk around the city for a little while?” he asked.
Chelsea shrugged as she glanced out at the bustling street next to the donut shoppe. “Why don’t we walk for a little while. I guess it would be okay.”
Marcus grinned like a little schoolboy. He had so many places he’d like to show her. Waving goodbye to Alice, he promised not to stay away so long next time. Placing an arm gently around Chelsea’s back, he escorted her out onto the busy sidewalk.
Marcus was silent as he watched Chelsea’s face. Her eyes were wide, taking in the sights and sounds around the city. They had been walking for quite some time, but he knew what was around the next corner and couldn’t wait to see her expression. Somehow, he just knew she would appreciate it all the way down to her soul. And he wasn’t disappointed.
They turned the corner and she caught her first glimpse of Notre Dame Cathedral. Her breath caught in her throat momentarily as she shook her head.
“You always hear about it, you read about it, you see pictures....” Her voice cut off and she went silent. Marcus stood there and watched her as she studied every aspect of the church.
She finally glanced up at him with a huge smile on her face. “Thank you so much. It really is miraculous to see it.”
Grinning back at her, he nodded. “You’re welcome.”
Looking down at his watch, he raised an eyebrow. “Would you like to stay for dinner? I have a friend that I could take you to that would get you a beautiful dress.”
Chelsea seemed apprehensive. “I don’t know, Marcus. I really don’t want you going to any more trouble.”
Marcus reached over and gently cupped her chin with his hand, raising her eyes to his. “Chelsea, this is no trouble. I’m enjoying my time with you. I’m enjoying spoiling you. We have to eat at some point. I can have wonderful food catered to the plane before we leave, but what is the point when we can just eat at a restaurant?”
“You have a point,” she answered.
Marcus flagged a taxi down and gave him a store name and address in perfect French. Within a half hour, they were stepping into a small boutique store of women’s clothing.
With a playful smirk on her face, Chelsea glanced around the store. “Do I really want to know how you know about this place?”
“You’ll see,” he promised.
A few minutes later, a young woman came out of the back room, saw Marcus and ran across the sales floor. She flung herself into his arms as he laughed and hugged her tightly. The girl was holding him and speaking to him rapidly in a language that Chelsea could only assume was Greek.
Pulling away, laughing, Marcus held the girl at arm’s length. “Ilena, stop for a minute. Ilena, I want to introduce you to someone. This is Chelsea. Chelsea, this is my baby sister, Ilena.”
Chelsea’s mouth fell open. She hadn’t exactly expected to meet family on this trip. Swallowing hard, she held out her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ilena. I wasn’t aware that Marcus had a sister.”
Ilena grinned widely and nodded at her brother before taking Chelsea’s hand. “The pleasure is all mine, Chelsea.”
“It’s not like that, Ilena. Chelsea and I are friends,” Marcus interjected. “I saw that look in your eyes.”
Chelsea nodded emphatically. “I work for him. We’re definitely just friends.”
“But she does need a dress for dinner. And I’m sure you’ll make her look absolutely stunning,” Marcus said as he threw himself into one of the chairs.
“She’s already stunning. I’ll just give her a stunning dress,” Ilena huffed. Shaking her head, she held out a hand to Chelsea. “Men! Come with me.”
Marcus poured himself a glass of champagne and settled back in the chair to wait. His mind wandered over the past twenty-four hours. He had thoroughly enjoyed his time with Chelsea. She was nothing like he had expected. Once you got her away from her plans and her organizer, she was vibrant and full of laughter and joy. And he certainly couldn’t deny a more than moderate amount of attraction to the petite beauty. His heart melted at the thought of the way her eyes sparkled when she had first seen Notre Dame and the way she had sighed in appreciation at the taste of the beignets Alice had made.
He was lost in thought when his sister stepped out of the dressing room and walked toward him. She smirked when she caught him in a daze and grinning.
“Not that kind of friend, huh? You seem to be a little enamored of her,” she teased.
“Ilena, behave! She’s my employee,” he scolded.
“Since when does that matter. The heart wants what it wants, isn’t that how the saying goes?”
Before he could respond, the dressing room opened. Marcus’s words caught in his throat as Chelsea stepped out in a black, sparkling gown that fell just below her knees. A slit along the side rose up her leg to the top of her thigh and the cut of the neckline was almost scandalous. She seemed to be wrapped in stars and every bit of her was glowing.
“I’ve never felt more beautiful, but this gown is definitely not me,” she said, slightly flustered.
Marcus stood and slowly crossed to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. He turned her to face the tri-fold mirror just outside the dressing room.
“This gown was made for you. It fits you like it was designed with you in mind. I have never seen a more ravishing vision,” he said, his voice still breathless as he stared at her in the mirror. “Ilena, it’s perfect.”
“Of course, it is. I know my job,” Ilena chuckled.
***
Kissing his sister on the cheek, Marcus hugged her tightly. “You know that you can come visit me in the States any time you’d like. I’ll send the jet.” He glanced down at her with pleading eyes. He truly missed her.
She beamed up at him. “Marcus, some of us have to work for a living and can’t fly off around the world whenever we feel like it.” Glancing over his shoulder, she nodded toward Chelsea. “Don’t let her go. I like her. And so, do you.”
“Shut up, Ilena. Stay out of my love life.”
“Never!” She gave him a loud kiss on the cheek and pushed him toward the door. “Enjoy your dinner. Call mom and dad, they miss you!”
Marcus took Chelsea’s hand and led her to the waiting car. As the car pulled away from the curb, Marcus caught a glimpse of Chelsea out of the corner of his eye. Even though she was turned toward the window, she seemed to be sobbing quietly.
“Chelsea? Are you okay?” he asked with concern as he placed a gentle hand on her back.
Chelsea wiped at her eyes and nodded. “I’m fine, thank you.”
“No, you aren’t. Tell me what’s wrong,” he demanded quietly.
She cleared her throat before answering. “This has all be so wonderful. So incredibly nice of you. But this isn’t me. Tomorrow, I will go back to being mousy little Chelsea.”
Marcus tried desperately to hold back a snicker. “Chelsea, I doubt you’ve ever been mousy. You’re beautiful. And you can still have a spontaneous and exciting life. You just have to give yourself a chance.”
Chelsea chuckled and shook her head. “This is you, not me. It’s been fun, though.”
Marcus took her hand and tenderly kissed the back of it. “Let’s go and enjoy our dinner. Then we’ll be heading back to the States. I think we’re both exhausted and need to get back to something we’re used to.”
As the car edged up in front of a small restaurant down a secluded alley, Marcus led Chelsea into candlelit room that smelled of herbs and warm sauces. A gentleman greeted them and walked them to a private, corner booth in the back of the restaurant.
Chelsea examined the room silently as Marcus ordered a bottle of wine. Once the waiter had walked away, he reached over and took her hands.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded quietly. “I’m sorry about the car. I am tired and just feel so out of place.”
“Chelsea, we’re just having a great time and I’m having fun spoiling you.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why? Why me?”
Marcus shrugged and smiled. “Because you are letting me and it’s a challenge to get you to let me. But when you do, your eyes light up.”
Before she could respond, the waiter returned with their wine. Marcus was silent as the waiter poured it, but he stared right into her eyes with a warm smile.
“Would you mind if I ordered for you?” he asked.
Chelsea raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Since there are no menus and they’d probably be in French if there were, go right ahead.”
Marcus laughed and nodded. Turning to the waiter, Marcus ordered their dinner in perfect French. As Chelsea watched him, she couldn’t help the longing that spread through her. Every fiber of her being wanted this man. He caused butterflies in her gut and a warmth between her legs that no one had ever caused. Every time he looked at her, a blush made her cheeks flush red and she couldn’t help but smile.
Throughout dinner, Marcus took every opportunity to touch her. Her soft skin sent fire coursing through his body. He couldn’t deny wanting her, regardless of how inappropriate it was. If he wasn’t such a gentleman, he’d fire her and take her back to the plane, locking her in the bedroom cabin and having his way with her. But he was. And he knew how well that would...or wouldn’t...go over with her.
After their meal, the waiter placed a light, delicate piece of opera cake in front of Chelsea with a piping hot cup of coffee. Chelsea thought she might swoon as she glanced at Marcus.
“This looks amazingly decadent! I don’t know if I should eat it or just stare at its beauty,” she said in awe.
Leaning across the table, he winked at her. “I’d recommend eating it. It’d be a waste to let all of that coffee flavor go to waste.”
Chuckling to herself, Chelsea placed a small amount on her fork and took a bite of the softest sponge and the most incredible cream she’d ever tasted. It all melted in her mouth and she thought she’d just died and gone to heaven. The slight crisp of the flaky biscuit was the perfect ending to the bite. She’d never tasted anything so phenomenal in her life.
“Think we can teach Joe how to make this?” she asked.
Marcus slapped a hand over his mouth to prevent the guffaw that nearly escaped. “Joe makes perfect donuts. Let’s leave the opera cakes here and let him excel at what he’s best at,” he said, barely containing his amusement.
Agreeing, she tried to slowly eat the rest of her opera cake. It was a Herculean task every bite was a delicacy. Somehow, she managed to not devour it all in one bite. By the time she finished the cake and her coffee, she was absolutely stuffed and would not have been able to eat another bite.
She was also exhausted. Once they were in the car, she couldn’t stop her eyelids from drooping. Marcus slipped off his jacket and laid it lightly over her shoulders. He felt her breathing even out as she placed her head against his arm. He smiled down at her as she drifted off to sleep, the car rolling through the dark city streets toward the airport.
Arriving at the airport, the driver stepped out of the car and opened the back door. Marcus motioned for him to wait a moment. Gently, Marcus kissed the top of Chelsea’s head and ran the back of his hand down her soft cheek.
“Wake up, Princess. Your chariot awaits,” he whispered.
Chelsea stirred quietly. “Hmmm? We’re there?”
“We’re at the plane. Let me help you get inside. You can sleep once you are lying down,” he said as he climbed out of the car and offered her his hand.
As they walked across the tarmac, she couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing his jacket. The smell of his aftershave enveloped her, and she breathed in his scent deeply. His cologne smelled like cedarwood and whiskey, blended with just a hint of patchouli. It was intoxicating. Chelsea inhaled deeply, sighing softly. The thoughts going through her head were wrong. But how could she stop them? They had just had the most miraculous day. They had laughed, enjoyed each other’s company, had some of the best food in the world and seen some of the most beautiful sights. It was every girl’s fantasy. But not with their boss.
Once the plane was in the air, it didn’t take long before Chelsea was fast asleep in her seat again. Unfastening her seatbelt, Marcus picked her up gently and carried her to the bed at the back of the plane. He tenderly laid her on the soft comforter and covered her with a throw blanket. Glancing down at the smile on her face, he wondered what she was dreaming about. He hoped that their day had helped put that smile there. He knew that it sure put a smile on his face. More so than anything had in a very long time.
Stepping over to the galley, Marcus leaned up against the wall and smiled at Tracy as she prepared him a cup of coffee.
“Did you enjoy Paris, Mr. Teresi?” she asked.
Nodding, he grinned. “I did. It wasn’t exactly how I expected it to be, but it was thoroughly enjoyable.” Glancing back at the bed as he drank his coffee, he smiled. “Can you make sure we have a nice breakfast with fresh coffee, fruit and pastries? I’m going to lay down with her and get some rest. We’ve been going all day.”
Tracy laughed softly. “Yes sir. See you when you wake up.”
Marcus crawled into the bed and pulled the curtain shut. Shutting of the small light above the bed, he curled up around Chelsea and closed his eyes. Burying his face into the curve of her neck, the scent of her hair enveloped him. The sweet smell of apple blossoms and honey tangled in his senses. He knew it would be a scent he would always associate with her. Drifting off to sleep, his dreams were filled with beignets, Paris and Chelsea’s laughter.
There was a brief moment when she first woke up that Chelsea forgot where she was. Everything felt right with the world. Then she realized that there was an arm wrapped around her and a part of her was extremely happy about it. She closed her eyes and swallowed deeply. This couldn’t be happening. Attempting to slide out from under his arm gently, she felt him stirring behind her and squeezed her eyes tighter. Damn! She knew she’d wake him!
Marcus lifted his arm off of her and softly kissed the top of her head. “You awake, Chelsea?”
“Yes,” she said with a slight nod of her head. The rest of her body was tense against his.
Placing his hand on her hip, he rolled her onto her back to look up at him. Grinning down at her, he winked.
“You are terribly uncomfortable right now, aren’t you? You’re so tense.”
“You’re my boss and I’m in bed with you,” she explained.
“Sleeping, Chelsea. You’re in bed sleeping with me. Nothing more. We were both exhausted.” The devilish smirk on his face did little to hide his intentions.
“You’d like to be doing more than sleeping.” It was a statement, not a question. She had no doubt about it.
He nodded. He wouldn’t lie. He did want more from her, but he wouldn’t cross any boundaries that she didn’t agree to first.
“You’re right, I would. You have no idea, do you? About how stunning you are,” he asked her.
She shrugged and sat up in the bed. “It doesn’t matter, Marcus. You are my boss and I intend to keep my job. I like my job.”
Climbing out of the bed, Chelsea crossed to the table in the middle of the plane. Tracy had outdone herself. Lifting the cloche off of one of the plates, Chelsea snickered to herself as Marcus approached the table. She glared at him for a moment and sat down at the table.
“You really are spoiled rotten, aren’t you? You sleep while Tracy makes you a meal like this? I’ve never seen a breakfast like this on the ground. Here you are being served this on your private jet.” The snarl in her voice was a little difficult to hide. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate everything that you’ve done for me, but it’s a little ridiculous.”
Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Chelsea, I pay Tracy well and give her plenty of time off to relax and sleep. That way, she can make sure that she is well rested to make delicious meals for me and be at my beck and call when we are in flight. She is the absolute best at what she does,” he said with a smile as Tracy approached the table with a carafe of orange juice.
“Thank you, sir,” Tracy said with a laugh as she stepped back toward the galley.
Marcus turned his attention back to Chelsea. “As for spoiled, you don’t know enough about me to call me spoiled. I’ve worked hard for the things that I have. I enjoy the finer things in life and sharing them.” He nodded toward the food on the table. “Now Tracy worked very hard on this meal. Eat. We land in about two hours.”
Marcus picked up his coffee and took it over to the desk. Opening his laptop, he began typing on it furiously. Chelsea could feel the tension from where she sat and felt a pang of guilt over her words. Obviously, she has hit a nerve. She wondered why her words had upset him as much as they had. He always seemed so confident and strong-willed; yet, her words seemed to stab him right to the core.
She ate her breakfast in silence for the next half hour. Watching him work at the desk, she bit her lip as she studied the strain across his back. Biting at her bottom lip, she stood and crossed to stand behind him. She placed her hands on his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, Marcus. I didn’t mean to be ungrateful or cruel,” she said gently.
He shifted his head to the side so that he could see her over his left shoulder. The expression of hurt on his face was one she didn’t expect.
“You’re forgiven. You don’t know me, so you had no idea,” he said with a nod.
“Then tell me. What I said must have cut to the quick. Tell me why.”
Turning the chair around to face her, he straddled his legs around her. Narrowing his eyes, he stared up into her face and sighed. She wasn’t expecting it, but he pulled her down onto his lap. Cupping her cheek, he leaned in and kissed in tenderly. Curling her fingers into his hair, she melted into the kiss. Her body demanded it. It wasn’t going to allow her to fight anymore. A fire coursed through her as his hands slid up her back and crushed her against him.
A slight growl escaped his lips as he pulled away from her. “Damnit woman. I want to take you right back to that bed and have my way with you.”
“Marcus, you know we can’t do that.” She rested her forehead against his. She couldn’t deny that, at that moment, she was having trouble remembering why they couldn’t. “Just tell me your story. Get my mind off of that bed.”
Marcus laughed softly, but the hand resting on her inner thigh was certainly not helping.
“I’m not spoiled, Chelsea. I’ve earned it all. My father is a fisherman in Greece. He was determined that I would be, also. I was determined that I wouldn’t be. As soon as we were old enough, Ilena and I escaped to Paris for school. I wanted to be a writer, but it turned out that I had a better head for business. I bought my first publishing house at twenty-five. I sold it at twenty-seven for twice as much. It wasn’t much, but it taught me so many things. Now, ten years later, I’ve made myself very comfortable. I’ve taught myself something though.”
Chelsea placed her hand against his chest and kissed his forehead. “You taught yourself how much that fisherman actually gave you, didn’t you?”
Marcus nodded. “I did. It wasn’t wealth, but my parents taught me everything about who I wanted to be.”
Chelsea cocked her head and stared into his eyes. God, they were beautiful. So deep brown, like a luscious pool of chocolate that she could get lost in. “And who was that?”
Taking a deep breath, he ran his hand up her thigh and rested it on her hip. “I wanted to be someone that I could be proud of. Someone that could stand on their own, financially and emotionally. I wanted to well-rounded, cultural, and strong.” Taking her hand, he kissed the tips of her fingers and smiled at her. “And I wanted to be the man that my father was for my mother. He was soft and gentle when need be, but he was her ultimate protector, too.”
Damnit, she knew she was falling for him. And she knew she shouldn’t. But what was she supposed to do about the fire he was causing to burn through her? What was she to do about this itch that needed to be scratched?
Chelsea stood and did something very out of character for herself. She straddled Marcus’s lap and placed her hands on either side of his face, placing her lips gently against his.
With a groan and a sigh, Marcus kissed her gently and then held her at arms’ length. “Chelsea, there are so many things that I’d like to do to you right now, but we just do not have time.” Lowering his head and focusing his eyes intently on her, he gave her a smoldering gaze that sent chills straight through her. “I want to take you back to my place after we land.”
Without even thinking, Chelsea nodded. Her body had already made the decision. It was going to have Marcus Teresi tonight, whether Chelsea’s mind agreed or not. There was a tension between her legs that needed to be eased and only Marcus could help.
Marcus picked her up and carried her to the chair, buckling her in and readying her for landing. He grabbed her chin and leaned in, kissing her passionately with a groan before taking the chair next to hers.
She couldn’t help but take in his entire body as he walked away. Heavens, what was with her? This was so not like her! But he was perfect. She desperately wanted to know what the long lean muscles she had felt through his shirt looked like. His desire for her wasn’t being hidden very well. She was more than a little curious about that, too. A blush colored her cheeks and she quickly had to look away. These were not thoughts that normally crossed Chelsea’s mind about anyone! But the things she wanted him to do to her were the stuff of some of the most erotic novels she’d ever read.
The ride to Marcus’s home was quiet. Chelsea had to admit that she was nervous. She had sworn to herself that she wouldn’t do this; yet here she was...doing this! She couldn’t help herself. Every fiber of her being wanted Marcus Teresi.
As they stepped into his home, it was exactly as Chelsea had envisioned. Warm, rich woods and Mediterranean blues, creams, and greys surrounded her. The open floor plan progressed right out to a wide balcony overlooking the city. The lights twinkled outside an expansive window that took up the entire wall. It was a breathtaking view. She was sure he paid a pretty penny for that view. Off to the right was the kitchen. From what she could tell, he had every gadget known to man.
“Do you cook?” she asked quietly.
“Sometimes, when I have company. That isn’t very often. So, I don’t cook most of the time.”
“That’s a shame with a kitchen like that,” she teased with a smirk.
“Maybe if you behave, I’ll have my housekeeper stock it and I’ll cook for you,” he said with a wink.
She turned and pressed her body up against his, standing on her tiptoes and staring into his eyes. “What exactly does ‘behave’ entail, Mr. Teresi?”
“First of all,” he said as he traced her cheek with the back of his hand, “it involves not calling me Mr. Teresi.”
He reached down and placed a hand behind her knees as he braced one behind her back. Scooping her up briskly, he laughed and kissed her softly. He carried her through the living room and down the small corridor to the left. Chelsea giggled in his arms as he kicked open the doorway to a spacious bedroom. A massive bed took up the entire center of the room.
Suddenly, Chelsea’s heart was pounding a mile a minute. Nerves were taking over her body again. This was becoming very real to her now. It was no longer a fantasy in her head.
Marcus placed her in the middle of the bed and straddled her, kissing her slowly and passionately. Placing his hand on her hip, it began to wind its way up her side, stopping just to the side of her breast.
Chelsea tangled her fingers in his hair as it hung down over his shoulders. She couldn’t seem to get their bodies close enough. She wanted to feel every inch of him next to her. Groaning into his mouth, she pulled away gasping for air.
“I need more of you. I need all of you,” she said desperately.
He brushed a stray hair out of her eyes and kissed her softly before responding. “You will have all of me. I promise.”
Gently, Marcus began to remove each piece of Chelsea’s clothing. Every bit of exposed skin was kissed passionately before moving onto the next piece of clothing.
Before long, Chelsea was writhing under his touch and begging for more. Marcus glanced up at her with a playful, sinister smirk. Her panties were all that was left. Lightly, he ran his fingers along the inside of the band, causing her to shiver with delight.
“Please Marcus,” she begged.
He leaned over and pulled the top of the panties down just a little and kissed the skin just along the bone there. Maggie let out a quivering breath and swallowed hard. Marcus grinned to himself as he pulled them down just a little more and repeated the process.
Little by little, he drove Chelsea into a frenzy. Soon, her panties lay in a pile on the floor with the rest of her clothes. His hands gently gripped her ankles and parted her legs. Starting at her right ankle, his mouth traced a path up the inside of her leg. Chelsea’s breathing was coming faster and faster.
Chelsea whimpered as his mouth reached her core. His tongue delved deeper and deeper into her folds to taste her. His own moans vibrated against her skin, sending Chelsea further and further down her own spiral.
Soon, Chelsea arched against him, begging him for more. Marcus stood and stripped himself of his own clothing. Chelsea stared with wanton desire at the beautiful man beside the bed. Her body ached for him and needed him.
Marcus climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Chelsea’s legs. Chelsea immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, begging for him. Marcus cupped her face with both of his and kissed her deeply as he entered her. Chelsea moaned into his mouth and rose off the bed to meet him his thrust. Finally, her body was tightly bound to his. She could his skin connect with hers. Chelsea’s hands gripped onto Marcus’s back as she cried out with each thrust. It did not take long before both of them were spent and collapsing against each other in a mass on the bed.
As they both attempted to catch their breath, Chelsea laid with her head on Marcus’s chest. He softly kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.
“You just might be the death of me, Chelsea. And I’m not sure I’ll mind.”
Chelsea laughed and kissed his chest playfully. “You are incredible, Mr. Terisi.”