“Who was it, Mia!” Jeremy shouted.
“It’s Marcus!” I shouted back with an annoyed tone. I took it back immediately; it wasn’t Jeremy’s fault. Then I felt guilty for taking my anger out on him. When I turned around, Marcus had an apologetic smile. When I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, he lowered his head.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered while remaining by the door.
“Yeah, well, don’t do that again. I’m not fond of accusatory remarks, especially when I didn’t do anything to deserve it.” Clearly annoyed I stomped into my closet and threw on a long t-shirt. When I walked back out, he hadn’t moved.
“Do you still want me to stay?” He slightly lifted his arm, and I looked down at his hand. He was holding a small duffle bag. Not noticing the bag before, I felt guilty for giving him attitude. He was making the time to be with me like he said he would.
Walking over to him, I grabbed the bag and placed it on top of the dresser. Gliding my hands through the sleeves of his jacket, I slid it off, placing it on top of the bag. After locking my door, I reached up and placed my hands behind his neck. He looked down at me, searching my face to see if we were okay. It made me want to kiss all of his worries away. So I leaned up to kiss the wrinkle between his eyebrows. The moment my lips touched him, his skin smoothed and his shoulders relaxed.
“Of course I want you to stay.” Gripping the collar of his button-down shirt, I began walking backwards, leading him towards my bed. We didn’t take our eyes off each other. My legs met the edge of the plush surface. As I lay on top of the bed, he stood at the edge staring down at me. I smiled at him playfully, throwing my arms behind my head. “Well? Give me a show.”
Raising his eyebrows with amusement, he licked and bit the edge of his bottom lip. My eyes traced his hands as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing a white t-shirt underneath. The light blue button down hit the ground. He looked at me. I raised an eyebrow. “That’s all you got?” He laughed once before he grabbed the back of the collar and pulled the t-shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor beside the button down. Not hesitating, he began to un-hook his belt. He bent slightly to drop his pants, and his abs flexed when he stood back up.
Now he was only in his boxer briefs, and my eyes traced every inch of his defined muscles until they met his eyes again. He began to lean over me, but I protested. “Ah uh, you’re missing one more piece of fabric.” I sang, pointing my toe at his boxers. He looked down at them and then back up at me.
Shaking his head, he flashed me a full smile. He was not following directions; instead, his hands landed on my thighs under the seam of my shirt. The soft cotton fabric wrinkled as he traced his hands beside my hips and up the side of my belly. Throwing my arms up so he could take the shirt off, I laughed when his hand lightly touched the side of my ribs near my underarms. He sat back, his dimple deeper than I’ve ever seen, excited to discover this new reaction to his touch. “So someone’s ticklish, huh?” He teased.
“No! Marcus, don’t even think about it.” He brought both of his hands over my arms with a wicked smile. I yelled, “No! Marcus, don’t!” He did anyway, digging his hands under my arms. I squirmed underneath him, pleading with him to stop while laughing as he continued to torture me. “Marcus, stop, please!” Tears were streaming down from my eyes. “Oh my God, I’m going to pee on myself. Please stop!” He threw himself beside me, bursting into laughter.
Annoyed I jumped on top of him. “Oh yeah, you think that’s funny?” I brought my hands over his arms, and he snorted.
“Babe, I’m not ticklish.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Nowhere?”
“Nope, sorry, but I’m so happy to know you are.”
“Ha, I don’t believe you. Everyone is ticklish.”
Plopping his hands behind his head, he flashed a crooked smile. “Give it your best shot.” Skeptical but curious, I wiggled my fingers under his arms: no squirming, no movement, nothing. He just had a smart-ass grin across his face, and his eyebrows rose indicating that he told me so.
“Okay.” Tossing my hair to the right side of my shoulder, I leaned down towards him. “How ‘bout here?” Pressing my lips against his ear, I gently sucked on his earlobe and planted a small kiss.
“No, but that feels good,” he whispered.
I smiled. “Oh yeah? What about here?” Tracing my tongue down the nape of his neck, I planted a kiss at the collar bone. He moaned.
“You’re getting close.” He chuckled. The sound of his laugh made smile.
Sitting up, I looked down at him. “You make me happy.” It was such a random comment, but I couldn’t help it. Staring at him, I couldn’t believe that he was mine. Even in such a short period of time, I was beginning to fall for him. That scared me the most. My biggest fear was to fall so deep, that it would be too hard for me to accept if things were to go wrong. I could feel my eyes water at the thought, but I held back my tears. It was too soon to feel this way. The last thing I needed was for him to think I was a clingy psycho and that he should run.
Sitting up on his elbows, his smile faded. “Mia, since the day I met you, I’ve been nothing but happy.” Then very slowly his lips curled into a wicked grin. “Though, if you keep walking around in tiny towels, I’ll have no choice but to punish you.” He teased, smacking a hand on the back of my ass.
“Marcus!” Swinging my hand to smack his arm, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in. Gripping the back of my neck, he forced my lips onto his and kissed me. Knowing my weakness, I allowed him to take over and please me in ways that only he can.
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The next two weeks couldn’t have been more perfect. Well except for the smart remarks from the secretaries in the office. The remarks were never directed to me, but I heard the snickering every time I walked by. It was difficult to adjust to females touching Marcus every time they spoke with him. It was actually disgusting how they bluntly threw themselves at him. Marcus would gently remove their hands from his arm or chest. He did it even when he didn’t notice I was watching. Good boy.
Stephanie, his assistant, had toned down her narrow glares and eye rolling. She didn’t know I could see her grim looks when Marcus would embrace me in a hug, a kiss, or even when he made an endearing comment towards me. Marcus was clueless about her reactions, and I chose to keep it that way. I didn’t want him to worry about some assistant that couldn’t keep her smug stares to herself.