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I fumbled with his belt for a second or two, and then thankfully was able to yank his zipper down. We both hissed as I took his length in my hands.
“A bit forward there, future Mrs. Williams.”
I laughed at his teasing expression before he kissed me again, this time with all of the love and frustration he had been feeling. I needed him like I needed oxygen.
It was seconds before I was straddling his waist and sinking down on his length. There wasn’t time to remove the rest of our clothes or even my shoes. I was riding him with wet and wild abandon, and he was thrusting up inside me as if he could merge our bodies together by the sheer force of will.
My release came barreling up, fast and swift, and suddenly my pussy was clenching his cock, my fingers digging into his shirt and my body flying over the edge of oblivion, I felt his cock jerk as he called my name and spurted deep inside of me.
As we struggled to catch our breath, I nipped his shoulder. “I am going to stink like sex if you keep this up.”
He grinned. “I don’t have a problem with that.”
I swatted his arm as we tried to pull ourselves back together.
“I am well aware, but I prefer not to scandalize Candice if I can avoid it.”
He chuckled, the sound rich and deep. “Sweetheart, I am afraid that her days sharing the trailer with us were enough to send the woman to bedlam.”
My cheeks heated. “We are the worst.”
Mark laughed. “Or the best at what we do?”
Rolling my eyes, I looked over at my suitcase, which was still half packed.
“I really need to get going with the packing,” I said, rubbing my belly absentmindedly.
Mark’s large hand covered mine. “What about the brownstone?”
We had recently purchased a brownstone and it was under renovation.
“It will be there when we get back. I am hoping that this doesn’t take forever to sort out.”
Mark sighed. “And then we will get married?”
I leaned up and kissed the underside of his chin. “And then we get married.”
Walking over to my dresser, I began to pack underwear and socks.
He grunted. “I will be there as soon as I possibly can. There is this matter to take care of and then I am free. Listen, Sutton, there is something I have been meaning to talk to you about.”
I glanced up. “Sure, what is it?”
“You know my half-brother, Brian?”
I stilled. Mark hardly ever spoke about his half-brother. Brian was a product of his father’s indiscretion during his marriage to Mark’s mother. Neither one of them acknowledged Brian as a member of the Williams family. I had asked Mark at one point why Brian didn’t demand paternity testing, but he said that Brian didn’t want anything from his father.
In the press, Mark was an only child. But in truth, he did have Brian. They weren’t overly close by any means. But I was aware that Brian existed and that he owned a high demand personal security company and often took on private investigations for the rich and famous.
I paused. “What about Brian? Has he contacted you?”
Mark shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I actually was thinking about calling him. He’s been on my mind lately and, well, I just wondered if we should send some of his guys down with you and Candice. Just as a precaution.”
“Really? Mark, this is Otterville Falls. I have lived there my entire life and know every person who lives there. Nothing bad is going to happen to me.”
He clenched his jaw. “Yeah, I bet Gabe thought the same thing.”
This time I really did scoff. “Gabe has always been on the lookout for a fast buck. You know that he had to be involved in something. I don’t know what it was, but knowing him it was bad. I don’t have enemies, Mark. There isn’t anyone that’s gunning for me.”