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Velvet Kisses(77)



“I guess it has.” Now it’s me who wants to bolt.

She looks at Marley. “I probably shouldn’t disclose this, since it won’t be official until next week, but it looks as if Rags to Riches has bypassed the competition by a mile. You and your teammates will have the prize money to share. Congratulations.”

“Oh, my, God! Ten thousand dollars! I don’t even care that I have to split it with Will! That’s terrific! I can’t wait to tell Baya.” She touches her hand to her chest. “Thank you for letting me know.”

Monica gives an uneasy nod. “I really am happy for the two of you. Be good to him. I’ll be watching,” she whispers, heading into the bar. Something tells me she’s being sincere. And I’m glad. I wish Monica nothing but the best.

“Let’s go home.” I kiss Marley, twirling her in my arms into the night. “How about after finals you move to the ranch with me for the summer?”

“Really? Finals are next week!” She jumps and arches her head back as far as it can go. “Yes! I would love, love, love to move to the ranch with you!”

“I have to warn you, though, I may never let you leave.”

“I may never want to.” She softens into me. “I know I won’t.”

I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder. Marley bubbles with laughter all the way to the car.

Things are as they should be.

Finally.



* * *



Marley sits beneath the sheets with her laptop open as she pecks away at the keyboard.

“What’s up? Working on a paper?” I ask as I bring us both a midnight snack from the kitchen, more like a 3:00 AM snack. I sneak in a quick 3:00 AM kiss to go with the grapes and ice cream I managed to excavate from the fridge.

“Oh, just updating some old files. You want to see?” She gives a coy smile.

Her hair is messy. Her makeup slightly smudged just the way I like it. We spent the last four hours servicing one another, making love like it was our last night on earth, the first night of the rest of our lives, and it is. It’s going to be a beautiful life with Marley by my side.

“Yes, I want to see.” I hand feed her a grape as her head bows back. Her neck elongates to receive it like a goddess, and I’m spellbound. “Let me check it out.”

Marley sets the computer over my lap, and I take it. A dirty grin breaks out over my face as I take in what’s in front of me.

“Hot damn.”

Marley Jackson

Life With My Man

The sexual life and times of a dedicated girlfriend.





The one and only subject: Wyatt James (e.g. My man!)

Quantity and Variety: My man and I have had many, amazing, mind bending, beautiful encounters. An assortment of positions are always utilized to ensure maximum and equal pleasure. (I blame his good looks and huge heart for enticing me into wanting more!) Fortunately, I never have to fake the big O because he cares enough that I have one. His body is definitely up to par, and I’m happy to report that none of his man parts are lacking. Even in my inexperience, I’m well aware that he is far superior to any other male on this planet. Every part of me understands that, with Wyatt in my life, things will just keep getting better!

Positives: He is tenacious once things get going—and he keeps it up all night long. He expends said tenacious energy on trying to work whatever position best pleasures me. Can you say selfless?! I knew this was the start to a beautiful love affair from the first night he took me to his place.

Negatives: There are moments we are actually not joined at the hips.

On a scale of one to ten (one being a mental plea for my virginity), I give my man a thousand and five. Wyatt James is totally aware of how vitally he has mastered the art of lovemaking. It’s beautiful to think he can make a career of making love, and, fortunately, his lovemaking will strictly be relegated to me. I plan to keep him gainfully employed.

“I just reworded things a little. You know, a little tweak here and there until it had a ring of truth. I was going to plaster this all over Whitney Briggs but decided it’s probably best if this is for your eyes only.” She snuggles into me.

“Agreed.” I press a hot kiss to her forehead and linger.

Marley looks up with those sky-dusted eyes. “I used to think love was for other people—that I was cursed in that department. I’m happy to say you’ve proven me wrong. Thank you for that.”

“I used to have the same frame of mind. Thank you.” I place the laptop down and pull Marley into my arms. I hold a grape before her, and she clasps it between her teeth. “You own me.” I growl it out, desperate, like a prayer. There is no bigger truth.

“Those are beautiful words. But I might need you to repeat them on a daily basis. At least for the first twenty years.” She winks, reaching for the ice cream. Her mouth falls open as she reads the label. “Chocolate with vanilla and peanut butter swirls? I think we just went from someone loves me to someone is gunning for a blowjob.”