Chapter 513

“That can wait,” Debra said, turning to leave.

Marion swept her off her feet and carried her towards the bedroom. Debra’s face flushed with irritation.

“Marion, put me down.” “No way.” “Don’t be a jerk.” “I’m never a gentleman.”

Debra’s protests died on her lips as she was gently deposited onto the bed. Marion’s kiss was soft, yet it ignited a fire within her. He brushed his lips against her cheek, his voice a low rumble.

“Let me stay with you tonight. I won’t touch you.”

“Not touch me? Then what are you doing now?”

She pushed him away, turning her back. Marion wrapped his arms around her from behind, his breath warm on her neck. “I’m just kissing you, nothing more.”

Debra felt a sense of déjà vu and sighed. “Fine. But if you touch me tonight, you won’t be in my bed again.”

Marion’s body tensed, and Debra could feel the battle raging within him. Satisfied with her teasing, she closed her eyes.

Marion held her tighter, his desire a war he was determined to win. He kissed her neck and succumbed to a fitful sleep.

The next morning, Debra woke to find Marion still beside her, his eyes watching her intently. She started, her voice groggy with sleep.

“What are you doing?” “Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, his voice hoarse and tinged with bitterness.

+25 BONUS

He had spent the night battling his desires, taking three cold showers in a vain attempt to cool the fire within him.

“Debra…”

He leaned in, but Debra pushed him away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth.” “You always smell good,” he murmured, kissing her cheek.

Her lips were sweet, and her mouth was fresh. She had always been clean before bed.

Debra’s moan filled his senses, her breath quickening as she blushed and pushed him away.

“Is it over yet?” “I’ve been well-behaved all night. Don’t I deserve a reward?”

For a man who had already tasted the forbidden, staying away was hard.

Before Debra could react, Marion’s lips were on her neck, sending electric shocks through her body. He deftly undressed her and pinched her waist, drawing a cry from deep within her. That cry shattered the last of Marion’s restraint.

“Call out again,” he growled, his voice thick with need.

Debra bit her lip, her voice a husky whisper. “Jerk.”

Their bodies entwined. Marion tore away the last barriers between them. They moved together, their breaths mingling. Three hours passed before Marion finally stilled, the sun high in the sky.

He carried Debra to the bathroom, intending to clean her up. But this time, Debra was wiser. She kicked him out, washing herself quickly, knowing that if she didn’t, Marion would find another excuse to touch her.