LOGINSarahMy breath catches in my throat. I’ve never met a man who can string together the sweetest, most romantic concepts and the absolute filthiest demands in the exact same breath. It’s a terrifying talent. I am literally melting into a puddle at his feet.“You have exactly two seconds to turn around and grab your things before I say fuck it and throw you over my shoulder,” he warns, his jaw tensing. “I’m pissed at you for even thinking you wouldn’t be joining me tonight. If you don't move fast, baby, I’ll drag you back to my room myself and make you pay for every second you wasted.”I let out a tiny, high-pitched yelp, instantly spinning around and taking the stairs two at a time. My clit is throbbing a frantic rhythm against my underwear. The ridiculous thing is, his threats never actually feel like threats. They feel like a promise.And for some twisted, chaotic reason... I suddenly want to make him wait. I want to see exactly how solid his patience is when it comes to me.“I’ll be
Sarah“I think I’m going to go to bed,” I announce, fighting a massive yawn as I push the knit blanket off my lap.Marcus and I had settled onto the couch to relax after the chaotic blur of getting back to Manhattan. Well, *I* relaxed—mostly just spacing out and doodling random shapes in my sketchbook while the TV played low background noise. Marcus, on the other hand, had been furiously typing on his laptop and hammering away on his phone the entire time. I’d tried telling him he could go work in his actual office, but he’d insisted on staying right here in the living room with me. I wasn’t exactly about to fight him on it.Right now, his thumb is casually brushing over the inside of my ankle while his eyes remain locked on whatever numbers are flashing across his screen. About an hour ago, right in the middle of a high-stakes business call with his investors, he’d reached out, grabbed my feet from where they were resting against his thigh, and started methodically massaging the sole
MarcusSarah’s head fell to Marcus’s shoulder as the private elevator glided silently up to his Manhattan penthouse, tired after twenty four hours.“I’m so happy to be home and to see Oliver,” she murmured, breaking the quiet.Marcus swallowed the unexpected lump of emotion tightening his throat. “Me too,” he said quietly.He didn't elaborate on the fact that he had felt more genuinely at home sharing a small bed with her at that snowbound inn than he ever had living alone in this multi-million dollar fortress. Truth be told, he was just grateful to return to the quiet, domestic rhythm they had built over the past month. Nothing in Marcus's life had ever truly felt like a home until her, and the realization that this sterile penthouse was slowly becoming one because of her presence was both exhilarating and terrifying.The elevator chimed, the heavy doors sliding open directly into the penthouse gallery.Before the doors had even fully retracted, "Mommy!"Oliver, his dark curls bounc
Sarah He closed the distance between them, melding his mouth to hers in a way Sarah knew she could never grow tired of. She ran her fingers through the neatly styled tendrils of his hair, using the grip as leverage to pull him even closer. Leaving every lingering question unasked, she decided to simply soak in the intoxicating feeling of his lips pressed to hers.Marcus rose from his knees, crawling onto the mattress and pressing the full weight of his body against hers. Sarah loved the heavy, commanding feel of him over her, sliding her hands underneath his suit jacket and watching his muscles tense beneath her touch. He completely stunned her with the depth of the kiss, making her desperate for anything he was willing to give. It made her forget entirely about the crew waiting on the other side of the thin bedroom door. She hadn't been awake when they boarded the private jet, but if it was the same flight crew from their departure, there were plenty of people just a few feet away.
Marcus The feeling of her warm skin beneath his lips pulled Marcus back to reality as she began to stir. He didn't want to break the peaceful quiet of the private jet's bedroom, but they were nearing the city. Kneeling by the edge of the mattress, he pressed a tender kiss against her palm, watching her eyes lazily drift open.Sarah smiled up at him, her cheeks flushing slightly under the sheer intensity of his stare. “Hi,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.Marcus’s chest tightened. His fingers moved instinctively, tracing a soft path over her forehead to brush away a few stray hairs. “Hi, baby.”He had always thought pet names were overused, a cliché reserved for lesser men, until the word *baby* had naturally slipped from his mouth around her. Now, seeing the way she melted at the sound of it, he knew he’d gladly drop her actual name from his vocabulary entirely if it meant keeping that look on her face. It wasn't just something he said in the heat of passion anymore.He held
Christian Genevieve lay on his chest, absently twisting her finger in and out of his chest hair, her thoughts clearly drifting somewhere far away. She kept her calculations to herself, and Christian was far too cautious to push too hard right now, lest he push her away entirely.He supposed he didn’t really need to know if he was anything more to Genevieve than a financial whiz who also happened to be easy on the eyes and spectacular in bed. Gavin was right. All that mattered was the money. He needed to keep his eye on the prize—a prize that was less than a month away now.But the closer it got, the more the tension coiled in his gut. It was like a pitcher throwing a no-hitter who was rolling along doing his thing, only to realize it was the ninth inning. The end goal was right in sight, and suddenly, everything started tightening up.“What was the real story with Julian and Sarah?” Christian asked casually, breaking the silence.The entire situation surrounding Julian Sterling’s ex-
SarahThe ground was swept from underneath Sarah's feet, completely catching her off guard.“Marcus!” she screamed, smacking his back with all her might. “Put me down right now.”His footsteps didn’t falter for a single beat. He continued down the hallway, undeterred by her slaps or her attempts to
SarahSarah looked at the towering skyscraper in confusion as Ezra pulled the car up to the curb. The top of the building seemed to kiss the clouds, stretching so high she had to strain her neck just to see the glass glinting in the afternoon sun.“Where are we?” she asked, looking through the tint
Marcus“I’m sure you can figure it out,” I say harshly.She lets out a groan. “I can barely reach. I don’t think I can get out of this on my own.”My eyes rush to the door of the suite. Maybe Margo will return any minute and come to Sarah’s rescue. Except deep down, I know better. When she left, sh
MarcusSarah’s beauty is as equally captivating as it is frustrating.As Margo fusses over one of the many outfits she’s tried on, I continue to pretend to focus on my phone. Sitting in this dressing room while Sarah plays dress-up is the last thing I should be doing right now. I’ve got a never-end







