Page 92 of Love Marks
I groan and fall onto the pillow. “Unfortunately, yes.” I curl my hand around her stomach and press her closer to me again. “Not yet. Five more minutes.”
Pressing Quinn close to me, I kiss her again. She meets me with every stroke of her mouth against mine, the taste of her filling me with a familiar warmth.
Eventually, she pulls back, half-gasping for air and giggling against me. The breathy sound goes straight to my dick as she sits up and stretches, nudging against me. “Come on, get up, boss-man.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You don’t like boss man? What about…Sir?” Her eyes darken on the word. “I’m sure you’ve got a lot of work to do, Sir. I wouldn’t want to distract you from that.” She bites on her lip.
I roll my eyes. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I cross over to the bathroom, turning to find her watching me. I quirk an eyebrow at her, but she just shrugs. With a low laugh, I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I meet her eyes in the mirror as she stands in the doorway, the blanket wrapped around her.
“Yes?” I prompt her. I’m still completely naked and she clearly notices from the way her gaze falls down to my bare ass.
She shifts on her feet. “Aren’t you going to ask me to join you?” She comes closer and drops the blanket, wrapping her arms around my torso and running her hands along my chest.
I turn and kiss her again. “Are you expecting shower sex? Because I hate to disappoint, but I really should work at some point.”
She smirks up at me and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the steaming stream of water. “No, not shower sex.” She guides me to stand underneath it and I close my eyes, releasing a sigh of relief at the feeling of the warm water cascading down my skin. When I open my eyes, Quinn is just standing against the wall, watching me.
“I just want to watch you,” she admits, biting her lip.
I pull her towards me and kiss her again, the water tumbling over both of us. I step back and lather shampoo in my hair as she cleans herself off, running her hands up and down her body. I know she doesn’t mean for the motion to be so teasing, but fuck. I feel myself growing hard the more I watch her soap down her wet, naked body.
We switch places again so I can wash my hair out and as soon as I’m done washing my body, I slip out of the shower and will my dick to calm down. I head into my bedroom and pick out one of my suits, laying it on the bed as I get dressed.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed in my slacks and gray button down, cuffing the sleeves, when Quinn comes out of the bathroom with one towel wrapped around her body and a second in her hair.
“You okay?” She asks me, reaching for her bag on the table and pulling out clothes of her own. “You practically ran out of the shower. I thought you were going to slip.”
“If I spent one more minute watching you lather soap all over your perfect body, I’d be taking you up against that wall right now.”
Her mouth forms a perfect o as she nods, her eyes darkening as if she’s imagining the scene I’ve described. As if she wants it as much as I do.
“Too bad,” she says eventually, dropping her towel and dressing in front of me, her eyes on me as she slips into a soft blue sundress.
I’m struggling with my gold cufflinks when she steps in between my legs and smiles down at me. “Let me.” She says, taking my wrist in her hand. I stare up at her, mesmerized. This simple activity should not be setting my heart racing, but for some reason, it does.
When she’s finished, she steps back and reaches for my suit jacket, gesturing for me to stand. When I do, she slips it over my arms and turns us towards the mirror, smoothing her hand over the front of the jacket.
I stare at our reflections in the mirror, my tall, hard body next to her small, soft one.
“We look good together,” I say, hoping I’m the only one who can hear the hint of vulnerability in my voice — the question of whether she’s thinking the same.
Her soft smile grows. “My favorite picture.” She turns and grabs her bag, lifting it over her shoulder.
I want to ask her what she means by that, but I don’t. She’s already moving to the living room, so I follow her, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. I already have a million notifications. Even my assistant has been asking why I’m more absent than usual. The answer is currently standing in my kitchen.
Quinn turns to me. “I cleaned the whole place yesterday. All I really have to do is order some stuff for the place if that’s okay? What do you think about getting smart lightbulbs or something? You could be like ‘Hey, turn the lights on’ and they’d turn on.” She smiles at the idea.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Sure. Whatever you want. I have to go. I have a meeting in a few hours and to be honest, I have a lot to catch up on.”
She frowns, but nods. “I understand.” She shifts on her feet again, one of her telltale signs of nervousness. “I’m going to a barbecue thing tomorrow with my mom and her new boyfriend. With his family in Long Island. Would you maybe want to come?”
It’s the way she asks it, the hopeful twinge in her voice at the end. How her eyes meet mine with such an earnest expression. It sends something into my chest, some painfully beautiful wave that feels an awful lot like…
“What am I thinking? You probably have work. You must be busy. It’s totally fine. I just thought it would be weird meeting his family and—”
I reach for her, wanting to kiss her, but force words out instead. “I’ll go. I’d like to go. Thank you for inviting me.”