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“Do I know everything?”
“What do you mean?
Mark’s eyes narrowed. “Is there anything out there that could bite me in the ass?”
Sterling hesitated long enough to make Mark worry. “Nah. You know everything.”
They both knew it was a lie, but Mark didn’t have the time or energy to get to the bottom of it.
Chapter 23
Sunnyslippedquietlydownthe hall, fully prepared with an answer of, “I was just looking for Tigra’s room,” if someone asked why she was creeping around the house.
Still, her heart pounded as she inched closer to Mark’s bedroom door. She tapped once, as he instructed, then opened it and slipped in, locking the door behind her.
There he was.
He was sofine, a true silver fox with all the charm and zaddiness a woman of any age would appreciate. Sunny’s eyes roamed his 6’3 frame, his black slacks, his open button-down shirt exposing his bare chest, licking her lips as her body heated from within.
He wasted no time, pulling her in and kissing her like a man starving, hands firm on her waist, tongue insistent in her mouth.
She tasted the sweet whiskey on his tongue, feeling as if she’d skipped all the fanfare. She was already intoxicated, and she hadn’t imbibed a drop.
Without a word, he turned her around and led her to the dresser, standing her right in front of her reflection, bending her over. Slowly, he peeled her dress off, then freed his hard length from the confines of his pants.
He dragged a finger through her folds, satisfied that she was ready for him. One thrust and he was buried deep, moaning with her, his fingertips skimming the curve of her waist.
“I need you quiet,” he murmured. “Sound carries up here.”
She dragged her lip between her teeth, her eyes squeezing shut. “That’s up to you.”
He ran a fingertip down her spine, grimacing with pleasure. “Open your eyes.”
“Mmmmmm. Why?”
“I want you to watch yourself fuck me.”
He stilled his body, his hands resting lightly on her hips. Their eyes locked in the mirror, intense and passionate.
“Damn,” he murmured. “Look at that shit.”
The main attraction. Her ass, covered in the sexiest tiger stripes, rippling and jiggling as she threw it back on him. Mark bit his lip, struggling to keep his composure.
“Look at that face. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Her fingers gripped the edge of the dresser.
“I like this weight,” he said, slapping her left cheek, then the right. “All this ass. I didn’t know it was possible for you to get finer, Cici, but here we are.”
Her wicked smile sent a surge of pleasure through him. He ran his fingers across the back of her shoulders.
“I used to stare at these freckles. You just don’t know. And here they are.”
He bent down to scatter kisses across her upper back. His hand went to her hair, wild and free.
“I love your hair like this.” He gave it a tug, making her cry out softly. “I love everything about you, Ci. Still.”
Her pussy swelled around him as her head fell forward, her knuckles white, her body trembling.
