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MARLIE

I’m sitting on the couch in a nightgown and a long flowy robe.

When Tanner called, I was already in for the night, had my shower, a glass of wine, and relaxation.

Honestly, I didn’t expect to receive a phone call from him this late at night, or that he’d want to come over.

That’s probably why I’m pacing my floors.

Not in nervousness; nope, that is definitely not the reason.

I’m bouncing on my feet with nothing but excitement about the way he responded to my voicemail.

And when I hear his truck door close, I’m opening my front door, anxiously awaiting Tanner and Tim.

“Christ, I never stood a chance, sweetheart.” Those are the words I’m greeted with from Tanner.

“Maybe I didn’t want you to.” He’s in the house in two steps, Tim wagging his tail right along with him. His arms wrap around my middle, and he somehow manages to untie my robe, leaving me in the silk and lace slip of a nightgown, the heat of his hands searing my skin through it.

“Door.” I barely get the word out as Tanner plunders my mouth, his tongue twirling with mine, one of my legs trying to find leverage on his waist.

“Got it. Tim, stay,” he groans, somehow managing to shut and lock the door. How he can do that while not leaving me and working my mouth with his, I have no idea. All I know is I like it, a freaking lot.

“Off,” I grumble, pulling up Tanner’s shirt.

“I knew you’d be just as greedy for me as I am for you.

But our first time isn’t happening against the wall.

I want you laid out to have my way with you.

The second round, we’ll do it your way.” He pulls back.

I had no idea that we somehow managed to move against a wall, much like the other day when he had his hand down my pants, kissing me, swallowing my moan as I came apart.

“Bedroom, then. Fast.” I move to grab at Tanner’s hand to guide him to my bedroom.

He doesn’t let that happen. Instead, I’m up in his arms, my legs wrapping around his firm waist, my arms going slack to let the robe I’m wearing fall to the floor, and our mouths landing on one another’s.

The taste of his gum mingles with the flavor of my wine.

It’s a heady sensation, and it’s as if Tanner has an acute sense of direction as he walks down the small hallway, not hesitating to walk through the doorway of my bedroom.

Of course, the clue that it’s the bedroom and not my make-shift at-home office would be that I left the door open to said room, and you could have guessed it, a bomb went off, and I’ve only been back to work today.

I can’t help it. Once I’m in the zone, everything else falls to the wayside and things get thrown.

So many times I’ve stepped on a needle that was carelessly put away, nicked my own hands with shears because I was in a hurry. The list goes on and on.

“Marlie, I want your pussy on my face. I got a taste, but not from the source, so slide up, sweetheart. All the way up.” Tanner is sitting on the foot of my bed, my legs spread open, his hands on the outside of my legs as he rocks my world with his blunt forwardness, but I’d be a coward to say it didn’t turn me on.

It’s also the reason why I lean up on my knees, gathering my nightgown with the tips of my fingers.

“Yes, please.” Tanner’s eyes watch what I’m doing, not my face but my hands, bearing an inch at a time to his fevered gaze.

My center comes into his view. Tanner’s thumbs sweep along the apex of my thighs, causing a rippling sensation to wash over me that also has me opening my body up more, wanting to keep the sensations he’s sending me going.

“Take it off, sweetheart. Let me see you, all of you.” My body gives in to his demand. The soft material leaves my body, arms still up in the air as it floats away when Tanner’s lips move to one of my breasts, sucking and pulling at the distended nipple.

“I dreamt about this, having you here in my bed with me.” I dip my head down, hands moving to Tanner’s full hair, my fingers running through it.

His mouth reaches my other nipple and gives it the same amount of attention as the other while my hips undulate, searching for something to soothe the ache he’s creating.

“About to make all of those dreams a reality.” I watch as Tanner lies on his back. The scrape of his clothes against my flesh as we work together shimmying up the length of him arouses me even more, and I enjoy the sharp intake of his breath.

“Yeah, what about yours?” I ask. I’m hovering right above his mouth, feeling a hot puff of air but not getting a response, and that’s okay because his tongue is sending me into a spiral, soft and light, almost like a feather.

My legs give out, unable to hold on. It seemed to be the right thing to do with the way his hands clench the globes of my ass tighter.

“Tanner.” My head tips back. This time, there’s no teasing involved. He uses his tongue like he would his hard length, and if we weren’t in this position and I were lying on top of him stomach to stomach, I would definitely be reciprocating the way he’s making me feel.

“Come on my tongue, sweetheart,” he hums against my quivering flesh.

I fall over, going to my elbows, unable to stay up, not with the sensations Tanner is pulling from my body.

The next time he uses his mouth on me, it’s to suck my clit, deeply, somehow creating a pulsing sensation.

Then he goes back to sliding his tongue inside me, only to repeat the process.

My eyes close so tightly, the overwhelming feeling that’s being created in my body bubbles over.

“Tanner,” I sigh as my thighs clench around the sides of his head. Every last bit of strength I have depletes from me, and he still doesn’t quit his ministrations on my body.

“Fuck.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, then moves out from under my body. I don’t move, so the view he’s getting from behind, well, it is what it is.

“I don’t think I can feel my legs, honey.”

“It’s a good thing I’ll be doing that for you.” He helps me roll over, then I get the perfect view of Tanner as he slowly undresses, and I know I’m in for one sexy show.