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Movie Merger (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club #2) Page 28
Author: Rachel Angel

“Sure.”

Marshall walked over to me and slowly began to unbutton his oxford shirt I was wearing and let it slid off my shoulders to the floor. He leaned in and began kissing my neck and ear while his hands roamed all over my body. I felt my body heat up like a fire, instantly in need for him.

The next thing I knew Marshall was picking me up by the waist and setting me on the kitchen island, giving me a sexy wink right afterward. He had me lean back and my arms were bracing me so I didn’t fall. He lifted my knees up, placing my legs over his shoulders and then began to lean down, licking my folds passionately and flicking his tongue in and out of me. “I’m hungry for you,” he growled in between licks. He increased the pressure of his tongue, making me moan and arch my back, ready for release. I began to shake as the intensity of my desire came over me, knowing that I was about to orgasm right then and there from his masterful tongue and its precision moves. As my orgasm erupted Marshall slid into me, intensifying the orgasm and rocking with more thrusts, increasing the length of my orgasm.

After giving me that completely satisfying experience Marshall quickly said. “Okay, it’s time for us to eat. I was thinking we could do a little shopping today if you are up for it.”

“Okay,” I said quietly. My head was still spinning from what Marshall had just done and I couldn’t even think straight. He could have said that we were going to go get Mohawks and dye our hair purple and I would have answered the exact same way.

My serving Marshall breakfast in bed ended up being a tender breakfast where he ate and fed me at the same time. He’d take a big bite and then I would take a small bite, savoring each moment, and making sure I was fed. He could be so caring and sweet when we eat. I realized now how important having a meal was to him, and why he valued each one. Growing up with a drug addict mother who never took care of him, oftentimes he would just go hungry, not being fed. My heart reached out to him, feeling the poor child’s hunger and loneliness. No wonder why Marshall was so guarded with his feelings. He had to learn to protect himself, to watch out for himself since no one else would.

An hour later we were out the door on our way to do a little shopping. I felt wonderful knowing that I had Marshall’s full attention. He really was relaxed and sweet. Definitely a different guy than he was in Vegas.

Three hours later we were back with some bags. I’d gotten a few things, but not much. I hadn’t reached the point financially where I could afford the prices of all the ritzy boutiques and wasn’t comfortable with Marshall buying things for me. We’d also had a fantastic lunch at a café that overlooked the ocean, eating some fresh seafood and laughing away. I couldn’t help but notice all the women that looked at Marshall longingly though, making me realize that he was always being pursued by somebody.

When we got back to the beach house Marshall said that he needed to go get a little work-out in. He went down to the exercise room at the house and I unpacked the bags that we’d brought back with us. After I was done I thought a little exercise might feel good for me too and I made my way down to the room. I stopped dead in my tracks as I looked at Marshall.

He was all sweaty and his entire body was glistening. His shirt was off and it showed the perfection of his sculpted physique like I’d never seen before. He was at the pull-up bar in the corner and doing one handed pull-ups that made every muscle in his body ripple. No wonder why he could just pick me up so easily and toss me wherever. I wasn’t heavy, but he did it as effortlessly as if I was a flower petal.

“Impressive,” I called out. “Can you teach me how to do that?”

“You’re persistent enough that you probably could,” Marshall said, grunting out the words as he finished his set. He jumped down and walked over to his towel, wiping his forehead, and then taking a sip of water.

“Thanks. My persistence does pay off at times,” I said.

“I was just about to take a quick sauna. Interested in joining me?”

“Definitely,” I said.

The sauna was in the corner and had windows in it which overlooked the ocean too. It was fascinating, not at all like most saunas one would see, which were all closed in with no windows at all.

We each wrapped a giant bath towel around us and made our way into the steamy sauna. I breathed in, feeling a temporary shock from the steam. We each sprawled out on a bench, lying flatly and enjoying the heat. I was on the upper bench and leaned to one side, propping my head up with my elbow to look at Marshall.

“Well, I had come down for exercise, but this sauna feels pretty fantastic I must say.”

“You look good in it. Too bad I can’t have you walk around naked all day, but then again I’d never get anything done and all the sharks at the studio would never give you a moment’s peace.”

“I distract you that much?” I asked.

Marshall didn’t answer me with words, but looked at me with eyes that clearly stated I was a distraction. Hopefully I’m a good distraction, I thought.

Ten minutes later we got out of the sauna and as soon as we were back in the exercise room Marshall grabbed my arm and pressed his body against me. I immediately responded, kissing him greedily and wanting to feel him inside of me once again. He took me over to a bench that was elevated at a forty-five degree angle and sat me down on it. I looked up at him longingly. “I need you right now, Marshall. Do whatever you want.”

“Really?” Marshall said. He walked away and I looked at him, wondering what he was up to. He came back with a few exercise bands and told me to lift my arms above my head. I did as I was told and he gently wrapped them around my wrists and then attached it to something behind me so I could not move my arms at all. I didn’t say a word, but just kept looking at Marshall. I wanted him to know that I trusted him and was his to do as he wished with.

Then Marshall went and got two heavy dumbbells and set them off to each side, taking another exercise band and putting it around each ankle and attaching it to the dumbbells so I couldn’t move my legs. He was smiling the entire time, but moving so slowly and methodically as if he was following a plan down to every precise little detail.

Without saying a word Marshall stood back over me and leaned over. He began to kiss my breasts, pressing firmly on them with his tongue and then giving them gentle little bites. I quivered; fascinated with the way it felt. My hand instinctually wanted to reach out and touch him but they couldn’t move. It was so tantalizing and made me want to move more.

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