Page 5 of Marc (Men of Forbidden Temptation #2)

MARC

The longer it takes Staci to answer, the less hopeful I feel.

I should tell her there’s nothing sexual about my offer. It’s just me being friendly and wanting to help any way I can.

She glances towards her ex’s car before turning her gaze back to me. “What? I can’t do that.”

Why can’t she?

Does she think I am expecting something in return?

“I insist. You will be safe and he won’t be able to find you.”

I know I am playing unfair, but I can’t let her stay here tonight. My gaze locks onto hers, and I give her a pointed look, knowing she will eventually give in.

The softest sigh comes from her lips as she gives in. “Fine, but only if you are sure you have the room. ”

A grin stretches across my face as I put the car in gear and drive away from her street. “You will have your own bedroom and bathroom.”

“Thank you.” Her voice is soft and barely above a whisper.

Neither one of us speaks as I navigate home. The drive only takes ten minutes, but it feels a lot quicker.

Reaching up, I click the button for the garage. “Home sweet home.”

After parking in the garage, I once again click the button on the remote before getting out.

I show Staci around my small two bedroom, two bathroom house before leading her to the guest room.

Realizing that she doesn’t have any clothes, I offer her a temporary solution. “If you need a sleep shirt, I can give you one of my spare ones.”

“That would be great, since I don’t have any clothes here. I guess I should keep a spare bag in my trunk from now on.”

She could keep some clothes here.

My mouth opens to speak, but my mind refuses to voice the thought I just had. It’s probably for the best. I don’t want to scare her away or make her think I want more.

Even though I would be the happiest man alive to have a relationship with her.

I shake those thoughts away and get back to the situation at hand. “There are towels in the bathroom and spare toiletries in the drawer. ”

When Staci’s eyes widen, I chuckle so she doesn’t get the wrong idea. “I always keep it stocked for when my sister comes to stay with me. She likes to fly with only a carry on, so she only packs clothes.”

She steps closer to me and looks up into my gaze. “That’s pretty smart and very kind of you.”

I can smell her perfume and it stirs something inside of me.

Want, need, desire.

I need to put distance between us before I do something I’ll regret in the morning. “Well, you know where to find me if you need anything. Sleep well.”

I turn to walk out the door, but Staci’s hand wraps around mine and pulls me back.

Our gazes meet, my breathing gets shallower, and I want nothing more than to kiss her, but I don’t.

I can see the lust in her eyes, but she doesn’t act on it either. She smiles and says, “Thank you for everything.”

Even though I try to push the lust away, it’s still evident in my voice. “It’s no problem. I’ll leave a shirt on the bed for you while you shower.”

She stands on her tiptoes, leans all the way into me, and gives me a kiss on my cheek. “Goodnight.”

I speed away to not give in to my desire.

Staci deserves better. At least better timing for a first kiss and not on the night her ex-husband returns .

When I hear the spare bathroom door close, I grab one of my many white t-shirts that’s hanging in my closet and bring it to the spare bedroom.

I lay it on the bed and hurry back to my room, needing to put distance between Staci showering and myself.

Needing to get the blood flowing away from my nether regions, I strip and turn the shower water on cold.

It’s just the shock I need.

The cold water causes my dick to shrink almost instantly, and for once, I’m happy about it, but I don’t want to stand in the cold stream longer than necessary. I wash my body at record speed, but my mind betrays me.

As I imagine Staci lathering her delectable body in my shower, my dick hardens despite the cold water flowing down my skin.

As much as I want to take matters into my own hands right now, I don’t want Staci hearing after everything she’s been through tonight.

Willing my dick to stand down, I turn off the water and grab my towel. The sooner I can get to sleep, the sooner I can get Staci safely back to the studio.

The photoshoot may be hard as hell to get through. No pun intended.

I throw on a pair of lounge shorts and get into bed. Keeping my normal routine, I meditate for a few minutes and clear my mind.

Deep breaths and calm mind help calm the lust racing through my veins. When I am relaxed, I turn off my lamp and pull the cover over me.

Closing my eyes causes thoughts of Staci to creep back in.

Is she comfortable in my spare bed?

Does she feel safe being here?

Is she already asleep and dreaming of whatever her heart wants?

Knowing I will not get sleep anytime soon, I change into workout clothes and slip on my sneakers.

I sneak out of my room and head towards the back of the house to my makeshift gym that is in the sunroom.

Not hearing any sounds from the spare bedroom, I close the back door, flip on the lights, and turn my playlist on low.

If I can’t sleep, I might as well get a workout in.

I set the treadmill to a decent warm up pace to jog.

My music playlist helps distract me from my thoughts of Staci. The fast rhythm of the songs keeps my focus on jogging and loosening up my muscles.

Pushing the speed button, I set the pace to a run. The sound of my shoes making contact with the belt of the treadmill echo off the glass windows.

It’s hypnotizing and puts me in a trance-like state.

As the miles go by, my breathing becomes ragged and sweat forms on my skin. I spend the next couple of minutes slowing the speed until I am walking.

Stopping the treadmill, I take off my shirt and use it to dry up some of my sweat. I drape it over the dumbbell rack as I make my way over to the weight bench.

The small squeak of the back door opening has me turning around.

Standing in the doorway in nothing but my white t-shirt is Staci. Blood flows towards my dick as I take in her appearance.

Her long legs are bare, with her right one slightly behind her left. My shirt barely covers her curves, leaving me to wonder if she is wearing anything underneath.

As my eyes wander up her body, they lock onto her nipples poking through the thin and almost see through fabric. Not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, I quickly lift my gaze until it is on her face and not her body.

Based on the growing grin on her face, she knows I was just checking her out. She doesn’t seem to mind, though.

Her gaze wanders over my shirtless torso, getting wider the lower she looks.

I have to use every ounce of restraint I have to not let my erection show.

Needing to take the attention off our barely covered bodies, I ask, “Is everything okay?”

Her eyes are bright, like she hasn’t been to sleep yet. “Oh, yeah. I went to the kitchen because I was thirsty. I heard music and saw the lights on and was curious.”

“Do you need me to show you where the cups are?”

She shakes her head. “I already found them. First cabinet I opened, too.”

Neither one of us moves or talks.

Should I offer to hang out with her?

Maybe watch a movie or television show.

Should I continue with my workout while she watches?

Would that be too weird?

Her voice interrupts my thoughts and her smile turns into a frown. “Sorry I interrupted your workout.”

She turns away from me and starts to walk back through the back door, but I stop her. “Wait.”

When she turns back around, I take a few steps over to her. “First, I always welcome your interruption.”

The last thing I want is for her to feel bad about coming out here.

“Second, my house is your house for the night, so feel free to walk around, explore, and make yourself at home. I want you to feel comfortable here.”

Staci doesn’t let me continue. She takes a couple of steps towards me to close the gap between us.

Her hardened nipples rub against my chest as she presses her body against mine.

I freeze, unable to move or breathe as my dick decides it needs all my blood .

Staci stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine.

I’ve waited months for this moment and don’t plan on letting it pass. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer as she gives in and lets me deepen the kiss.

Her lips are soft and move in sync with mine. Our tongues mingle as my hands snake down her back to cup her ass.

She leans her head back and moans as I give her ass a squeeze.

My lips make their way to her exposed neck. I kiss, lick, and suck my way down her neck to the collar of my shirt.

Damn, I need more of her.

My balls tighten as my dick bounces in my shorts.

I want to feel her wrapped around my cock.

I want to hear her scream my name as I bring her to orgasm.

I want to feel her walls tighten as I explode inside of her tight pussy.

She wraps her arms around my neck and joins her lips with mine. Her kiss is hungry and desperate for more.

Her hips push into mine as she angles them to rub her mound on my steel hard erection.

She bites my lower lip and gives it a tug.

A deep, low groan forms in my throat as she pulls away, panting to get as much oxygen into her lungs as she can .

Damn, this woman ignites the fire inside of me.

My gaze lowers to her chest as it rises and falls from her heavy breathing.

She looks down at the tent in the front of my shorts. “Sorry, I-”

I cut her off. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“But I didn’t mean to let things get out of control. I didn’t mean to lead you on. It was only supposed to be a quick kiss because I was curious.”

I tip her head until she’s looking at me. “We are two consenting adults. You didn’t lead me on and there’s absolutely nothing to be sorry for.”

Her eyebrows furrow as she searches my face for the truth. I would never make her feel guilty for giving me a boner.

She takes a deep breath before letting it out. “Okay. I should probably head to bed. Good night.”

She turns around and walks to the back door. With one last glance at me, she closes the door behind her and disappears into the darkness.

With a goofy grin on my face, I make my way over to the weight bench to finish my workout.

Keeping the same weight on the bar, I lay down and position my hands where I need them.

I take a deep breath before lifting the bar off the stand and bring it to my chest. Using my muscles, I lift the bar until my arms are straight above me before repeating the motions.

When I get to twenty-five, I place the bar back and rest from the exertion.

Giving myself a thirty second break, I concentrate on my breathing before starting my next set of twenty-five.

By the fourth set, my muscles are burning. Sweat sticks to my skin like a dew drop sticks to a blade of grass.

I keep going, needing to push myself to physical exhaustion so I don’t pull Staci out of the guest bed and drag her into mine to continue what we started.

Just the thought of sleeping next to her causes my dick to rise, not to mention the things I would do to her if she were in my bed.

“Fuck it.”

I put the bar back into its spot, turn off the music and grab my shirt. After turning off the lights and locking the back door, I head to my shower to ease the tension in my balls.

I wrap my hand around my shaft and pump like my life depends on it.

After that incredible moment with Staci, my mind replays the images in my mind like it's a broken record. I can still feel her lips on mine, the way her nipples pressed into my chest, and her rubbing herself on my erection.

A loud grunt echoes off the tile walls as my balls tighten and unload all over the floor of my shower.

As my breathing slows and returns to normal, I turn the water to cool and wash the sweat off my body.

Despite jerking off, my dick is still rock hard and wanting Staci. I feel like a teenager again, needing to jerk off right after finishing .

Nothing will suffice until I’m emptying my balls inside Staci, but for now, I have to use what I have- my own two hands.

Grabbing the bottle of lube from under my sink, I eagerly make my way into my bedroom. It’s going to be a long, sleepless night.

I just hope my dick isn’t raw in the morning.