32. Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Two
C assie
Several hours later, I lazed in the bathtub. My muscles ached, heck, places of me ached I didn’t even know I had. But it was a good ache. A grin tugged at my lips as I remembered the afternoon in Marcus’ special room.
After playing all night and having so many orgasms, it was a wonder I could function or think. My breasts were tender; my pussy pulsed, and my heart burst with love for Marcus. A love I could never acknowledge to him.
I had one secret in my life that only I could deal with. Once I did, then maybe there would be hope for me and Marcus. If I told him about it, he’d want to defeat all my demons for me. Plus, I wasn’t even sure I was ready to expose this last secret. Even in my own mind and heart, I buried it deep.
“Aren’t you done yet?” A nude Marcus strode into the bathroom with two glasses of wine in his hands. I took one from him and took a sip.
“Almost.” I sighed as the wine slid down my throat. “I’m not used to such vigorous exercise.”
“Finish your bath, and I’ll give you a massage.” He took a drink from his glass, and I enjoyed the way he swallowed, his neck stretching and his Adam’s apple shifting as the liquid slid down his throat. Lord, I was a goner.
“I do want you to answer something for me,” he said. “Why do you keep hiding parts of yourself?”
I leaned my head against the tub, thinking. It wasn’t a surprise he wanted answers, but I wasn’t ready to give them to him, not yet. I could tell him a few things, though.
“My last relationship went sour very quickly when I expressed my interest in something other than the missionary position, and I tried to introduce some toys into the bedroom.” I sighed. “That didn’t go over well.”
“Jackass.”
I laughed because Marcus made me feel better. “Yeah. I decided to save myself from future hurt, so I built up a defense against my sexuality and my needs.”
“A damn hard wall that took me forever to beat down.” He set his empty wine glass on the counter. “Are you coming out or do I join you?”
Relief poured through me. He wasn’t going to question me more. Thank goodness. I was nowhere ready to confess all. Handing him my empty glass, I rose from the cooling water.
Marcus held a warm towel out. I was going to miss being pampered. But all good things must come to an end. “How many people know about your special room?”
“Four. Including you.”
I blinked in surprise. “That’s not very many.” Had women run screaming when they saw it? He had to have brought women here before.
“There’s the builder, you, myself, and an ex-girlfriend.”
The way he said ex-girlfriend made me shiver. Something had happened, and it wasn’t good. Dread spread its icy fingers over my heart.
Not toward Marcus. I knew him well enough by now to know he didn’t do something to trigger some sort of event.
“What did the ex do?” I smoothed my fingers over the frown marring his forehead.
He pulled me into his arms. “I ended my relationship with her, and she wasn’t happy. She broke into the house and then into my special room and trashed it.”
“That explains all the security.” I couldn’t blame him. What a horrible thing to happen.
“Yes. I will never allow something like that to happen again.” He paused. “It was a long time ago.” He swept me off my feet and into his arms, and I squealed. “I’m tired of all this serious talk,” he said. “Time to give you a massage.” He carried me into the bedroom.
Not only did he give me a massage, but showed me a night I would never forget.
If only I could stay.