CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TRINA
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I find a parking spot right outside the Black Hawke offices and note that it’s only five minutes.
That’s all I need.
Ryder left his wallet in my car. I have no idea how he paid for the chocolate nuts—guessing Apple Pay or something—but Savannah messaged me last night to see if I had it.
I searched through the car and replied that I did, then promised to drop it off to him today. I don’t have time to stay and chat as I have a sales meeting across town.
Plus, I really don’t want to see Marshall.
Lies, you do.
I rip open the door and straighten my apple green dress, then race through the door...and straight into a solid wall of muscle.
The same one I woke up sprawled on yesterday morning.
Oomph.
“Woah, there,” Marshall says, catching me before I bounce off him. “Where’s the fire?”
Throbbing through my veins whenever you’re nearby.
I don’t say that out loud though.
As if on cue, my core tightens and I’m sure my body temperature rises about three hundred degrees.
“I’m just dropping something off.” I hold up the wallet. “Ryder’s.” I add when he frowns.
Cole walks in behind us.
Marshall rips it from my hand and tosses it to him. “Give this to Ry.”
“No problem.” He grabs it out of the air. “Hey, Trina.”
“Hey, Cole.”
“Stop talking to her,” Marshall says and Cole laughs.
I shoot him a grin as I’m pushed out the door.
“Stop that,” I growl at him. “I didn’t marry you the other night. I slept with you.”
And damn it was amazing.
I have delicious little aches all over my body that remind me of all the pleasure he gave me. The way he pressed me against the wall. Held my hips way too tight—and I loved it—and grabbed my hair while my mouth wrapped around his cock.
I can still taste his come after it slid down my throat.
Honestly, I can count on two fingers how many times I’ve swallowed. The first I swore would be the last. The second was two nights ago.
Marshall has a gorgeous cock.
“Seeing as you brought it up. Bit rude leaving without saying goodbye yesterday morning, wasn’t it.” He crosses his arms, and I see him flinch a little.
I can’t help it; I reach out and touch his bandage.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore. I need a nurse.”
I snap my hand back and sneer at him.
“Come on Trina, why did you leave?” He moves closer.
I hold up my hand. “It was a one-night stand. Don’t pretend otherwise. I hate the morning after awkwardness, so I slipped out.”
The way his gaze holds mine with such intensity almost has me wobbling off balance. Then his eyes drift over my face and down to take in every inch of my body.
I fight the urge to press into him and ask him to kiss me. To touch me.
“Okay, so you hate the morning after.” Marshall repeats and his large hands take my hips. “How many mornings have there been, little wolf?”
I swallow. How dare he make me feel like a loose woman? I might not be a virgin or even a good girl, but that doesn’t give him the right to judge.
Ugh.
“More than one. And none of your business.” I snap and try to wriggle out of his hold.
“Yes. It is. My cock was inside your pussy just a few nights ago.” He growls but he’s not quiet. “I’m making it my business.”
Oh my god!
“Marshall,” I hiss, grabbing his good arm and glancing around us. “Would you be quiet. If I knew you’d be this emotional about it—”
“What? You would’ve said no to sitting on my face and letting me run my tongue through your dripping wet folds?” He lifts a brow.
This man is impossible.
But he has no idea who he is dealing with.
I grew up around a lot of men and their locker-room banter. Nothing shocks me. And I can give as much as I take.
“Don’t try to shock me with your dirty mouth, Marshall Adams. I’m quite happy to talk about vaginas. Mine included.”
His lips stretch into a grin.
Goddamn, he’s so gorgeous when he’s smiling it takes my breath away. The way his deep blue eyes crinkle a little and sparkle with just the right amount of naughtiness.
The trouble is, now I know he can follow through.
My nipples harden and I clench my core as the memory of him filling me returns.
“Have dinner with me tomorrow.”
“No.”
“Lunch then.”
“No.”
I really want to, but I won’t. I can’t. I could fall for this man, and he already almost died once. It’s better if I keep my distance now.
I promised myself.
“I have to go,” I say, glancing at the clock on my phone. “I have a meeting.”
Marshall grabs the side of my face, slamming his mouth down on mine. I almost collapse as passion flares around us like a supernova consuming all of me.
I can’t think.
I can’t stop him.
I want him to scoop me up and kidnap me so I don’t need to be the responsible one here.
“That,” Marshall says, releasing my mouth. “Is the goodbye I missed yesterday morning.”
Then his hand slides down my body, over my hip and cups my ass, squeezing and sending pleasure into my pussy.
“See you soon, little wolf.”
Then he strides off while I stand there trying to catch my breath.
Damn him.