Wall Street Titan (Wall Street Titan #1) - Anna Zaires Page 0,77

straight.” My friend sounds like she’s on the verge of an aneurism anyway. “The two of you have spent the past twenty-four hours together—literally, the entire twenty-four-hours—and he wants to stay at your place overnight? Like he’s actually willing to sleep in your tiny coffin of a bed?”

“It’s a regular twin-sized—"

“Whatever. I’m sure his bedroom is fit for a modern-day prince.”

“Well…”

“Oh my God. I’m so fucking jealous of you right now, you sneaky little bitch. Tell me he at least has a small dick. It is small, right? Like all crooked and shriveled up and stuff?”

I fight a hysterical giggle. “No, sorry. He’s actually—” I stop, because there’s no way I’m going there, not even with Kendall.

“Oh, shut the fuck up! Next you’ll be telling me he’s already given you half a dozen orgasms.”

Well over a dozen, but who’s counting? I try to think of a suitably discreet answer, but my silence must speak for itself because Kendall lets out a groan and I hear banging sounds in the background.

“You okay?” I ask, concerned.

“Fine.” Her voice is weirdly muffled. “Just beating my head against the wall for not listening to Janie and signing up for the dating app with you. Maybe I, too, would now be planning summers in the Hamptons and Christmas vacations in the Alps.”

I roll my eyes. “Premature much? We’ve just started whatever this is. Besides, I’m sure he’ll get bored of me soon and proceed with his plan to marry some gorgeous socialite. We’re just having fun, like you told me to—and no, before you ask, I’m not going to parlay this into a publishing industry job.”

“That’s your prerogative, as long as you’re parlaying it into multiple orgasms—which it sounds like you are. But seriously, Ems, you are so wrong about his intentions. You haven’t played the dating game much, so you might not realize this, but a guy wanting to spend his entire weekend with you after he’s fucked you? That’s rarer than billionaires in Bay Ridge. And staying at your place overnight because you don’t want to leave your cats? You might as well expect a proposal next week. He’s into you, big time. Mark my words, before long—”

“I have to go,” I hiss into the phone, my heartbeat jumping as the sound of running water stops. “He’s coming out of the shower. Talk later, okay?”

“You got it. Have fun with Mr. Magic Dick.” And on that lewd note, she hangs up, leaving me standing there flushed and flustered.

And hopeful.

Much too hopeful.

So hopeful it’s almost a given that I’m going to get badly hurt.

43

Emma

I wake with a shiver as warm lips touch my nape, their softness contrasting with the scorching heat of mint-scented breath and the roughness of the morning stubble rasping across my skin.

I’m lying on my stomach and Marcus is kissing my neck, I realize groggily, and though I’d love to sink back into sleep, the sensations are too delicious to miss. He’s massaging me now as well, his strong hands kneading the muscles of my shoulders, my arms, my back, my butt… Oh, yeah, he’s definitely focusing on my glutes, and I had no idea how much those muscles needed tending. His lips follow his hands down my body, trailing over my spine and leaving my skin tingling.

He moves his attention to my legs, and I moan into the pillow, keeping my eyes closed as he massages the soreness out of my inner thighs and hamstrings—areas that badly need it after being overstretched two nights in a row. He had me practically bent in half at one point last night, with my feet resting on his broad shoulders as he pounded into me, his face taut with lust. It was beyond intense, and I came hard, but afterward, I felt even more sore—both inside and out.

I’m seriously going to insist on no sex today, at least of the penetrative variety. Oral is good anytime, as is whatever it is he’s doing to me right now. Actually, wait, on second thought—

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my hands gripping the blanket as his tongue dips between my cheeks, toying with my other opening. No one’s ever touched me there before, and the sensation is beyond strange, pleasurable yet so dirty that I flush all over. Granted, I showered after sex last night, but it’s still wrong that he’s licking me there—wrong and perversely hot. I can feel myself getting wet, my clit swelling with arousal, and as his tongue goes deeper, pushing at the