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hard. Fuck, it was hard not to let go and pound her silly.
    “Run those sexy fingernails down my spine, baby,” he told her in between every thrust.
    So enveloped in bliss, she wrapped her arms around him and dragged her nails down his back. It wasn’t hard enough, it didn’t pain enough, but the beauty’s moans were enough to rile him up to release.
    He fucked her, swallowing every moan with his tongue and mouth, until she shook beneath him, exploding with her second orgasm. Her walls tightened around him, and he slammed into her once, twice, groaning loudly before coming hard inside her. And it felt like…sweet fucking ecstasy.
    Better than any drug he’d ever had.
    *
    She stayed there, her warm naked body pressed against his. Her head rested on his chest, and she traced the tattoos over his abdomen, sighing lightly every now and again. He felt peaceful and euphoric, still on cloud nine from his sexual release and still in the company of a woman who looked very much like what his dream girl would.
    “Do you take a lot of girls home like this?” she suddenly asked him.
    Marcus opened his eyes, smirking. “Is that your roundabout way of calling me a manwhore?”
    She tensed. “Oh, my God, no. I’m sorry. I guess…I don’t usually do this. Actually, I’ve never done it, and I know it’s none of my business, but I was just curious if I’m…you know, if I’m just another one of those girls to you.”
    “No, you’re not,” he simply answered, and for once that was incredibly true.
    He didn’t want to expand, mostly because he never revisited his past lays. What’s done is done, after all. But women were different, he supposed. Perhaps it wasn’t very easy for them to bury their sexual encounters the way a lot of men did. They were sentimental creatures. They didn’t want to know that they would be forgotten. They wanted a place in a man’s soul the way the stars had a place in the skies.
    Kate didn’t press for more answers, and when the minutes passed, he squeezed her gently and said, “So tell me about yourself.”
    He felt her smile against his chest. “What do you want to know?”
    “What are your hobbies? What are you studying? What’s your life like?”
    “I’m that artsy-fartsy person you roll your eyes at.”
    “I’m doubtful you have one pretentious bone in your body, babe.”
    She laughed lightly. “Well, people think that way when I go on and on about art. See, the problem is I think I see beauty in all things, and I try to recreate that.”
    “Do you paint or draw?”
    “A little. I do a lot of sketches, mostly. Just in a stupid notebook I carry around. It’s not that big of a deal.”
    Marcus frowned at the way she brushed it off. “I’m curious to know why you dive straight into rubbishing your work.”
    She tapped her fingers along his chest in thought and sighed. “I was brought up to stay away from creative arts. My father calls it a waste of time, and he used to get angry when I told him I wanted to pursue art after high school.”
    “He sounds like a dick.”
    She laughed again. “He’s a micromanager, and he means well, I know that. But he’s also a judge and he’s scary as hell to most people. Anyway, I’m kind of bumbling around right now. I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’ve taken a bunch of classes in Biological sciences, but it’s nothing to get the heart pumping over.”
    “If it’s not your passion, it will never get your heart pumping.”
    “Yeah,” she whispered, despondently. “You’re right. Life’s hard. I mean, I know I have more than most, but it’s still hard trying to make another person happy and losing yourself in the process. Anyways, I won’t go all philosophical on you or anything.”
    “You mean artsy-fartsy on me.”
    “Yeah,” she chuckled. “That.”
    “I like it.”
    That just made her sag further into him, and he could see himself hearing her talk like this all the time, though it was silly to even think