I move through the channels, but there’s nothing good on. So much for Saturday night television programming. They must put the good shows on when they think people are actually home and watching TV.
Frustrated, I toss the remote onto the sofa next to me. “Nothing good.”
“Then I think that’s a sign that we should forget watching TV and move to what we’re both thinking about,” he says, and all I can think about is how sexy he sounds right now.
Never one to make it too easy for a man, I stare at him for a long moment before asking, “And just how do you know what I’m thinking about?”
“Trust me, Duck. I know.”
“So a King who reads minds. That would make you a very powerful man.”
“Mmmm…so back to what you’ve been thinking about,” he says as he pulls me onto his lap and my dress hikes up to my hips. “That’s better.”
God, he’s hard as a rock and pressing against the front of my panties, which I’m sure are practically drenched. Even more, he’s staring up at me with those dark eyes of his that I swear I could get lost in.
Then I remember that I have a nice shiner and probably look like something the cat dragged in.
Lowering my head, I mumble, “I don’t look my best.”
He tilts my chin up with his finger and shakes his head. “You look as beautiful as you always do. In fact, I think I might have some strange fetish about black eyes.”
“You’re just saying that.”
Marius lifts his hips off the sofa so his cock pushes against my clit. The feeling is nothing less than exquisite.
“No way. See? I’m hard. I think it’s the black eye.”
I know what he’s doing, and while I’m thankful he’s trying to be sweet, I’m sure I’ve looked better. “Not the dress?” I tease, enjoying how playful he is.
Other women likely see Marius and fall for his gorgeous face and muscular body. Still others probably like his money. Me? I thought I wanted him because of what’s between his legs, but I found out today he’s also genuinely a good time even without sleeping with him.
His gaze travels up and down my body before it comes to rest on my face. “The dress is definitely working for me too. Same with the shoes. I suspect, though, that you could be wearing a garbage bag and still look incredible.”
Before I can say a word to that, he leans forward and slides his hand behind my head to pull me down on him. When his lips touch mine and his tongue darts into my mouth, I swear it’s like my body wants to explode.
Then only a few seconds later, he sits back and smiles up at me. “You taste as delicious as you look.”
Suddenly, doubt fills my mind. I know I shouldn’t mention it and ruin the mood, but I have to. “Marius, this morning when I got here, I was with another man. I don’t know if we should do this.”
He shakes his head and slides his hands along my sides as he says, “He didn’t deserve you. I, for one, believe it’s good he’s out of the picture. Think of tonight this way. I want you, and you want me. There’s no need to complicate the situation.”
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” I say with a smile.
“Pretty much. I know what you want, Eden. Admit it, and we’ll have a night you won’t forget.”
“You’re pretty cocky. What about you?”
He pulls me up his legs so his rock hard cock is fully pressing against the front of my panties. “What about me? I know what I want.”
Oh, God. I’ve fantasized about this very moment more times than I want to admit. No is the farthest thing from my mind.
And he knows it.
“You know, your ex-girlfriend used to say after being with you, she walked funny.”
Marius leans forward and nuzzles my neck. “I promise to do my best to make sure you can say that too.”
The feel of his mouth on me makes my eyes roll back in my head, and his cock nudging between my legs backs up that promise of his. I’d have to be crazy not to live out my fantasy with Marius King.
