“It’s not his name you should be saying. It’s gonna be my fingers fucking you, taking you to that place you took yourself this morning,” I promise just as I hit wetness, smooth and silky, as I glide the tips of my fingers along her clit, teasing her for the barest of moments, knowing the way she’s burning up for me, it won’t take long.
“Tanner!” Marlie belts out my name as I slam two fingers inside of her cunt, the tips curving upwards hitting her G-spot. A smile comes out to play on my face, knowing exactly what I’m doing to her by the way her body starts to shake. Her head is tipped back, the column of her throat is on full display, and her tits are bouncing, practically begging for my mouth. I’m pissed as fuck that I can’t have a taste of them right now.
“That’s it, sweetheart, clamp your tight pussy around my fingers, ride them for me,” I demand right before I seal our lips together, swallowing down her moan as she comes on my fingers.
“Tell me again why we’ve waited this long?” Marlie’s eyes pop open. She’s got a serene look on her face.
“Yeah, my dick keeps asking me the same damn thing.” I slowly pull my hand out of her pants. My fingers come away covered with wetness. I bring them to my mouth and lick off her cum, groaning at the way she tastes, sweet and earthy.
“Tanner.” My eyes never left hers. I see the desire, and when Marlie licks her lips, my own go after them. Yeah, this woman, she’s going to make me rethink everything, and damn if I’m not pissed at myself for telling Mom that I’d be there tonight, not when I’d much rather be with Marlie any way I can have her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
marlie
I’d like to say that I was lucky yesterday in the ‘persuade Tanner to stay’ department, but that didn’t happen, and to be honest, I didn’t try my hardest because I knew he was spending dinner with his family. Sure, I could have gone with him, but that was one thing I wasn’t ready for yet. It also sucked that when we got to the shelter—and yes, we made it even after the way I practically humped Tanners fingers; okay, I did, in fact, do that, but he also kind of demanded it, and I’ve found that I’m quite greedy when it comes to anything with Tanner—I couldn’t find the right dog that would be a good fit for me. It really was shitty. Some weren’t good with other dogs, which was nixed by Tanner because hello, Tim. Another few were said not to be good with kids. Well, that was a major no-no on my list, so we left empty-handed. I wasn’t going to settle, and while my heart hurt for those dogs, I knew it wasn’t meant to be, so instead, I left a donation for the time being.
Now, it’s Monday, and I’m walking into my studio, and I’m doing it without this overwhelming feeling. In fact, it’s refreshing even though I’m going to walk into a pile of messages and emails. I had my assistant come in and handle the stuff we were working on and fielding appointments, but all of the other things we just let lie. She worked the past couple of weeks, relentlessly. So, since she’s part time and asked for this week off, I couldn’t tell her no. Mara saved my life, and now it’s time to repay the favor, with pay, of course.
In the text she sent me this morning, she told me what needed to be taken care of.
Mara: Hey, Marlie, don’t forget to check the saved voicemails, and the emails you need to respond to are flagged.
See what I mean? Life saver. I go about unlocking the front door. The few display dresses are up, which reminds me that we need fresh looks with tourist season upon us. Everything is as clean as it was when I left it, if not cleaner. I turn off the alarm, turn on a few lights, and since Mara isn’t here this week, I’ll be keeping the showroom closed. We’re lucky right now because we’re in a lull for shoppers. Sometimes it’s too cold, and sometimes it’s hot with what Florida weather is notorious for.
I head into my office and kick my shoes off, flip on the switch for the overhead chandelier, turn on the coffee pot, and then light a candle. If I’m going to be stuck doing some administration work before the creativity can shine through, I’m going to do it in comfort. Heck, there was a thought in my head today to wear a hoodie and joggers along with house slippers. I figured I’d better not, just in case a video conference was involved.