Instead of getting mad, Marcus chuckled.
He whispered in her ear, âYou dirty little slut.
â
Melissaâs eyes sparkled.
Marcus sensed her excitement.
He tossed the quilt aside and initiated another round.
âDoes it get you going when I talk dirty? Do you want me to make you feel good every day? Do you want me to f@ck you all the time?â
She turned away, mumbling, âQuit it.
â
Ignoring her protest, Marcus ki*sed her, continuing to say things that made her blush.
âYou say you donât want it, but your actions speak otherwise.
Youâre getting turned on again, arenât you?â
Maybe guys liked this approach.
This time, Marcus was rougher.
Eventually, Melissa grew drowsy in his arms, not even bothering to clean herself up.
She gave his shoulder a pat.
âGo sleep with Matthew.
He kicks off the covers and we donât want him to catch a cold.
â
Marcus scooped Melissa up and carried her to the master bedroom.
As she drifted off, a cool object slipped onto her finger.
She woke up, inspecting her hand.
It was a diamond ring.
Marcus embraced her from behind.
His voice was husky as he said, âLetâs tie the knot, alright?â
How could Melissa refuse him?
Feeling shy, she melted into his arms.
Marcus spoke gently.
âMatthewâs starting school soon.
Weâve just had a wild night.
Melissa, isnât it a bit late to talk about being reserved now?â
Melissa turned to face him in his embrace.
He towered over her, slender and tall, while she nestled in his arms, petite and snug.
She rested on his shoulder silently before murmuring, âIâll get you a ring too, but Iâm afraid the diamond wonât be as flashy.
â
Marcus gently entwined his fingers with hers.
He grinned.
âMen donât compete over that.
â
Melissa blushed, snuggling against his neck, feeling his pulse thump.
She felt both touched and at ease.
Early next morning, she woke to sounds from downstairs.
Listening closely, she recognized Shawnâs voice.