Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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Cora laid there on top of him, softly etching her fingers onto the surface of his hard chest. She couldn't help but smile to herself, feeling the immense pleasure subside into something a little more intimate and peaceful with Marcus lying there in her bedroom.
Just when she thought seeing him ever again would be an impossibility, he comes in out of no where, right when she truly needed him to.
All those wicked, insatiable urges were quelled for a time. Bringing him back to the loft, where Cora was sure to be alone, they discarded one another of their clothes and tested the foundation of her bed in ways she merely fantasized about in her more private moments.
Now, they rested. But both were sure to have another round until one of them gave in to the inevitability of ending it for the night.
"When can I see you again?" Asked Marcus, who lied underneath her.
"Not tomorrow." She said apologetically. "I have this thing with some friends. But maybe next time, you and I can take this back to your place?"
But he chuckled some. "Cool, just as long as you know that I don't live alone."
"Please... We're broke twenty-something living in Seattle. None of us live alone."
"Oh, so this fancy ass loft doesn't belong to you?"
"Hmm, no." She scoffed, only to push herself up some and reach over the nightstand to check her phone. "It's my sister's. And if she's coming back tonight, I don't think I'm allowed to have you over here."
However, Marcus only grinned. And with a reach, grabbed Cora by her hips to drag her back over to where he laid. "So you got one of those militant siblings?"
"Don't we all?"
"Well, yeah. But my bossy ass sister ain't gonna keep me from taking this ass for myself."
With a light smack to the cheek of her body, Cora yelped before laughing ever so wildly on top of him. "You're certifiable. I'm not that good."
"No, you're not good. You're great, actually."
He held her tightly, and she basked in the embrace before falling victim to the way he kissed the warmth off her skin. From her cheeks, down to her neck, the sensual affections Marcus laid upon her left Cora's eyes fluttering to a blissful close.
Being in his arms, she felt an attraction within herself that was indescribable. Again, he was proving to be too good to be true. "Baby?" She spoke up, only to settle her next few words in a careless whisper. "You ready to go again?"
