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“Don't worry. I'll manage. If the bed proves too small, I'll purchase a larger one
tomorrow. I'm willing to give it a shot tonight,” he assured.
Millie found herself at a loss for words.
Marcus had fully embraced his audacious side, transforming into a mischievous
rogue.
“Then it's the sofa for you.” Millie's words hung in the air as she retreated into the
bedroom, securing the door behind her.
As Millie's eyelids grew heavy with slumber, a presence found its place beside
her on the bed, proving that Marcus’ earlier words held true—no door could
thwart his intentions.
Unbeknownst to Millie, she drifted into sleep while sharing the bed with him.
Upon settling in, the aroma of the red wine on Millie clung to Marcus, a subtle
reminder of the evening's indulgence.
Starting with her waist, Marcus’ hand embarked on a joumey upwards, drawn by
an impulse he couldn't contain, his fingers brushing against the softness of her
breast through the thin fabric that separated them.
Despite the modest barrier of fabric between them, her soft skin was palpable
beneath his touch. The intensity of his reaction was undeniable; his restraint was
slipping away, almost involuntarily.
Curiously, this touch was not unpleasant; rather, it held a captivating allure, akin
to an addiction. Succumbing to the impulse, he repeated the gentle contact,
surrendering to a sensation that overpowered his self-control.
Frequently, other women intentionally flaunted their décolletage, aiming to entice
him with their exposed allure. However, these gestures only invoked a sense of
distaste within him.
Why did his desire intensify so profoundly in Millie's presence? Every touch
ignited a feverish surge within him, his blood racing to a boiling point, a sensation
nearing eruption. He longed to seize her with a heightened fervor, to grasp her
tenderly yet firmly. Yielding to his impulse, he pinched the softness gently.
In her slumber, Millie experienced a jolt of pain and a pinch that startled her
awake.
As anticipated, a familiar figure lay by her side. An unbidden expletive escaped
her lips, directed squarely at him.
Marcus sensed he had ventured into precarious territory. Hadn't he exercised
caution in his actions? Yet, why did her slumber break, revealing his discreet
touch?
Masking his unease with a facade of composure, Marcus remarked, “It was an
inadvertent touch.”
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“You should be sleeping on the sofa!” Millie's words rang with an edge of
frustration. “Didn't I lock the door?”
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Millie's wariness of his intentions intensified; she sensed a rising danger in his
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His declaration held no ambiguity; he would honor her wishes. He hoped for her
willingness, yearning for a connection that transcended the physical.