Romance: Hard To Love 1 (Billionaire Romance Series) (Love Dies Hard) Read Free Page B

the way he used to undress me with his eyes was just too much for me anyway. He was sexy, he looked like one of those kinky high-powered businessmen.
    “Do you know that Neal Douglas actually pinched my ass once?” I tell Marcus.
    “You’re kidding me right?” Marcus says a little heatedly.
    “No, I’m dead serious. This was after he practically undressed me with his eyes.”
    “That’s sexual harassment,” he says angrily.
    “I’ll tell you what’s sexual harassment, my boss’s son. He keeps banging my head against my headboard when he pounds into me,” I say wickedly.
    “I don’t see you complaining,” he throws right back at me.
    “I may have to file a lawsuit against him,” I tease.
    “I could file a lawsuit right back at you woman. I think you sexually harass me.”
    “And you love every minute of it,” I quip, I love the sexy banter we have going. Marcus is such a breath of fresh air for me. I love that we can be totally up front with each other, no games.
    After dinner, he clears the dishes and gets them into the dishwasher and I go and get myself ready for him. I suppose he is quite the domestic guy, surprising isn’t it? He makes me feel taken care of and that’s a good feeling I must admit. He can be a real sweetheart, a real charmer. I do enjoy being with him and not just in the bedroom, although that is a big part of it for me. He is really good in bed, did I say that already? He satisfies me on so many levels. He knows how to make sex incredibly pleasurable, with his touch, his words and his actions. Very confident in his sexual prowess, I’ve never been with a man who makes me feel so sexy, so womanly, and oh so good. Speak of the devil. He comes up behind me in the bathroom. I’m standing in front of the floor length mirror in my sexy lingerie ensemble from La Perla.
    “Woman, you look so fucking sexy,” he growls into the back of neck and circles my waist with his strong hands. One hand goes searching and dips down into my panties and strokes my sensitive nub with just the right amount of pressure. A soft moan of pleasure escapes from my parted lips.
    “So slick and wet for me already babe,” Marcus purrs into my ear with his low, throaty masculine bedroom voice.
    “I’m always wet for you, even at the work. When you walk by my office with your sexy smirk that screams I want you, it turns me on,” I whisper out breathily, hoping he won’t use against me later. He presses my tits against the mirror and my palms press against it for leverage.
    “I’m taking you right here,” he growls pulling down my panties. This is such an incredible turn on, it’s so hot being able to watch our every move in the full length mirror. I still have my high heeled pumps on, as I spread my legs and bend forward giving him easier access to slide into me.
    “Marcus, this is so hot, take me from behind, please,” I pant out, fogging the mirror with my breath.
    “You’re hot baby,” he groans and he slides every inch of his length into me as far as he can. I gasp at first, he’s in so deep.
    “Ah, ah, ah,” I pant, and sigh as he drives into me, gripping my hips as I admire his hands on me in the mirror. He pumps into me until I can’t stand it a minute longer and then pulls out.
    “Bed, now,” he commands out taking my hand in his, dragging me to the bed. He knows I’m a bed sex kind of girl, I like to be comfortable.
    I lie back on his bed and he dives into me, rubbing his nose in my slick folds. It’s so dirty and I love it. He’s good with that tongue of his as I glance down at him looking up at me from between my legs. Ahh, perfection…
    “Marcus,” I pant as I writhe beneath his tongue. He slowly crawls up my body, stopping at my breasts. He brushes his fingertips lightly over one of them, in small circles and it makes my whole body tingle. Then he sucks on my nipples gently, and it feels soooo good, I’m getting wetter and wetter for him. He devotes the same amount of