“Yes, as do I. But fortunately enough, we’ve come to the conclusion that we will resume finding Chosen brides for our recent members of the Divine.”
“Wow, this is great news.” He says.
“I think so too, Mr. Harris.” I grin along with him, “I hope the line-up we have in store for you is to your liking. We have scheduled you to pick in two days.”
“So soon.” He shifts in his seat, “Praise the Divine.”
“Yes, Praise the Divine. Joshua has it all planned out. He’ll give you the details on the way out. I thank you, Mr. Harris, for the patience you granted me through these troubling times.”
“No need for thanks, Mr. Donovan.” He offers me his hand, “I am the thankful one.”
I grasp his hand with mine and we grip each other tightly, “Joshua, will you please follow Mr. Harris out and update him with all the details?”
“Yessir.”
I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms on my chest.
Ready to get Everton back to all its glory.
58
Marcus
Stop thinking about the kiss. Stop thinking about the kiss.
Stop. Thinking. About. The. Kiss.
But how am I supposed to do that when she’s wearing nothing but a sports bra and leggings? She discarded her jacket after the last round of moves I had her do on the mat. I had to restrain my dick from springing to life. We’re finishing this session with her taking out the last of her strength on the punching bag.
My eyes are in a trance as I watch Elliott’s mouth, taking in every grunt and groan she lets out as we train. She is all consumed by the combo hits I’ve been yelling at her. Her eyes have a fire in them as she tries to keep up. I’m still getting used to the way her eyes hypnotize me even more than they did before. She was always beautiful, I never denied that, but with this new color she looked like she would ruin me.
Sweat rolls down her forehead as she hits the bag and I let my eyes wander.
Stop being weird.
I snap my gaze back to her lips and the kiss flashes in my mind again.
We haven’t talked about it and it was eating me alive to bring it up.
“Again.” I shout over the blaring music.
She swings again, harder this time.
“Kick, jab, jab. Go, four reps.” I command.
She inhales deeply and I see her getting tired, but she does it anyway. She finishes the set with a growl and drops her wrapped fist to her side, her head falling back as she takes in deep breaths.
I cut the music, placing my hand on her shoulder and quickly regretting it, “Good job today.” I retract my hand, the heat from her skin still lingering on my fingertips.
“Thanks.” She plops on the mat.
I grab her water and hand it to her, “How do you feel?”
“Tired as fuck.” She takes a gulp.
“Woah there, language.” I look at her shocked. “So new hair equals potty mouth Elliott?”
She glares at me as I indulge in the sight of her swallowing the water, “New hair means I’m letting myself be me.”
