“Once again,” she sighs, “I can’t argue. It’s all very, very weird, but you’re right.”
I toss aside the throw blanket, stand, and grab my purse.
“Where are you going?” she asks. “It’s one in the morning.”
“I’m going to demand sex.”
“Okay then.”
“You go, Ginnie! No. Really. Go. I need some sleep,” Jay calls out from the other room.
“You’re hilarious, Jay,” I say dryly. “And good luck on the inspections tomorrow. I’ll be by with a can of roaches in a few hours.” I’d never do it, but it’s fun to make him worry.
“Great. You know he’s never going to fall asleep now,” Vi smirks and then gives me a big hug. “Happy fucking, Ginnie. Keep me posted.”
“Will do.” I leave and close the door behind me. On the way down in the elevator, I text Marus.
I’m coming over. Be there in five. We need to talk.
Chapter Twenty-Six
It’s a short cab ride to Marus’s building, and when I arrive to the lobby, the doorman is expecting me. He punches in his access code so I can get to the penthouse.
“Thank you,” I say.
“Have a good evening, Miss Angelico.”
Oh, I plan to.
The elevator slows at the top, and the doors slide open. Marus is standing there, his black T-shirt soaked in sweat like he’s been working out.
“Why are you here, Ginnie?”
“Well,” I step out into his foyer and drop my purse, “I can’t sleep. And, frankly, I’m very upset with how you ran me out of here earlier. You promised me food—sexy food—and a fuck. But what did I get? A mediocre shower and a bologna sandwich at Olivia’s apartment.” I throw my hands to my sides. “And now I can’t sleep. I can’t relax. My body is all achy, and you’re responsible.”
“Ginnie, what are you doing?” He runs a hand over the top of his slick, dark-red hair.
I march right up to him, pointing a finger in his handsome face. He smells incredible, like he sweats cologne. “I’m demanding you make things right, Marus. You can’t bring me here, work me up, and shove me out the door. I want what you promised.”
He laughs. “So you thought you’d come here, demand sex, and I’d give it to you?”
“Yep. You’re Mr. Wish, aren’t you? Well, here I am. My pussy is wet. I’m in need. And apparently your hard dick is the only thing that’s going to solve my issue.” Damn. Talking dirty is hot.
“Ginnie…” He stares down at me, and somehow, I know he sees through me.
I release a slow breath. “Okay. Maybe I’m being a little overdramatic right now. But I really, really do need you in that way. I don’t think I can do this—I mean do us—if I can’t have all of you.”
He tilts his head to one side. “Is that all?”
“Yep. Pretty much.”
“All right.” He scoops me into his arms and kisses me hard. His chest is hot, his tongue is hotter, and his arms are strong and reassuring.
I’m instantly on fire, imagining how good it’s going to feel if this works. I want him to take me and take me hard.
He lays me on his bed and strips away his shirt. My heart is pounding. I stop to admire his perfection—the chest, the chiseled abs, the pulsing jaw covered in stubble. His raw masculinity is breathtaking.
This time, he’s naked first, and I can’t complain. As long as this works, and we both end up happy, I’m happy. I silently pray for my wish to come true. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
He tugs down my leggings and places a teasing kiss right over my pubic bone before kissing his way up my stomach.
My breath quickens and my heart races. I want this to happen for us. I need it to. Because wherever this is going, it’s moving fast.
His lips stop to give attention to one of my hard nipples, and all I can think about is how good a listener this man is. Not to my words, but to my body. It’s like he’s inside my head.
He sucks on my nipple to the point it nearly hurts, and I writhe beneath him, grinding against the side of his rock-hard abs, begging for release. His thick, stiff cock pushes into my thigh, and I want to tell him he’s in the wrong spot.
I push against him and moan, reaching for his hands and drawing them up over my head. The rest of his solid, hot, sweaty body comes with them.
Our mouths collide in sloppy, wet kisses, tongues lapping. He presses his wrists into mine, pinning my hands in place while his body moves between my thighs.
This is the moment that I know I should say something. I should stop him and ask the question adults ask. But I want him inside me. I want him deep and hard and knowing that there’s nothing between us.