Chapter 44 Dare Accepted
Chapter forty-four
Dare Accepted
Sophia
Marco just dared me to move in with him. And I just said yes.
I can’t be sure, because I’m sleep deprived, yet it feels like I’ve floated through the last twenty-four hours in a dream state. My body is deliciously wrung out after orgasms so intense I’m sure I’ve not only seen stars but experienced an entire galaxy of them.
“Is that a yes?” he seeks.
“Yes! But you might be bringing me home in a body bag after I break the news to my father.”
“Do not even fucking joke about that,” he growls against my lips, giving my bottom one a nip in warning. “We’ll tell him together. Get your shit and get you the hell out of there. I respect your father, but I won’t stand for him controlling your life like your opinions are not valid.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, rolling onto my side to face him, trailing my fingertips softly down his naked body.
Down the middle of his chest first, tracing around his pecs next, then along every single one of his chiseled abs and along both sides of the deep cut V leading to his impressive, hard cock.
I ghost my fingertips down his shaft. “I wish I had the energy to show you just how much that means to me with my hands, tongue, and lips, but we both need sleep.”
Bending towards his erection, I place a soft, solitary kiss on the tip and lick his slit to seal the deal.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Kitten,” he says as he groans.
“Likewise. So please accept this as my signed promise that we’ll circle back.” And because I can’t resist, I run a circle around his engorged head with my tongue. He whimpers. “It pains me to leave you like this, but nothing sounds better than sleep right now.”
I settle into him, head on his strong, inked chest, one leg thrown over his, and inhale his distinct clean, crisp scent. Hints of Bleu de Chanel still linger. He strokes my hair, and I listen to the way his breathing starts to even out as sleep takes us.
The last thing I remember thinking is how wrong I have been my whole life.
Home is not a place. It’s a person. Marco is mine. No matter how hard the big bad wolf huffs and puffs he won’t bring him—us—down.