Early Morning
Chapter 4“You didn’t cure him of his itch,” Marshall
teased as he approached her, tugging at the leash.
“Him? Don’t you mean you?” she laughed.
“Me, too,” he grinned.
“I don’t think I’m obliged to scratch that itch of yours,
Mr. Mathers.”
“That’s okay,” he said.
She gave him a suspicious look.
“Because I feel plenty obliged to scratch it myself,” he
growled and darted his arm out to capture her waist, bringing her flush
against him.
“I don’t think your dog has to pee. I think you just
wanted an excuse to see me.”
“I don’t need an excuse,” he said softly.
“No?”
“No,” he said firmly as he crushed his lips against
hers. He held her sweaty—from jogging—body with his forearm, keeping her
tightly in his embrace.
“Mmm,” she moaned slightly as she broke apart, breathing
heavily, “Then what, pray tell, is your reason to see me this morning?”
“Because, there I was, in the recording studio, and
imagining how you looked naked. And that, sweetheart, is a very powerful
image.”
“Yeah? How good do I look?”
“Pretty damn good.”
“Want to see if fantasy can live up to reality?” she
growled as she ran a manicured fingertip across his lips.
For a moment, he looked at her seriously, “Yeah?”
She nodded.
“What time do you get off work?”
“Why tonight?” she asked.
“Because I want to have the windows down and have the
entire neighborhood know exactly what I’m doing—and what they’re missing,” he
whispered hotly into her ear.
“Oh,” she grinned, “I should be home around eight-ish.”
“Good,” he smiled. “I’ll see you tonight, then.”
He let her go, but she only moved away slightly. “Oh,
and Marshall?”
“Yeah?”
She moved back into his embrace, cupping her hand against
his pants as she pressed her lips, gently, against his with her eyes wide
open. “Don’t be late.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”
//
“Curtis, I need a favor,” Marshall started as he entered
the recording studio with his latest protégé.
“Oh, lord, this’ll be good. Last time you asked for a
favor—”
“Don’t even start,” he warned. “I need a babysitter.”
“Babysitter? Why you lookin’ at me? I ain’t daycare.”
“You’re gonna be tonight!”
“What if I’m busy?”
“Un-busy, then. I need a babysitter.”
Curtis eyed him carefully, sensing a particular spark in
his boss’ eyes. “I’ll do it on one condition.”
“What?”
“You tell me why.”
“Damn it—” Marshall growled angrily.
“You gotta tell, man. I ain’t your bitch.”
“’Cause I’m going to fuck the most smart mouthed woman in
the world tonight, and I don’t want to be worrying about Hailie.”
“Whoa, say what?” Curtis balked.
“There’s this neighbor…”
“Oh, workin’ on your neighborly relations? How very… Mr.
Rogers of you.”
“Either shut the fuck up or I’m not going to tell you the
story.”
Curtis held up his hands in surrender.
“That damn dog I got Hailie—Jake—always needs to pee at
fuckin’ 4am. There’s this woman who lives near me who jogs then.”
“4am?” Curtis said disbelievingly.
“First time we meet, she’s tellin’ me what to do with my
dog. The fourth or fifth time we meet, I ask her how the hell she can
exercise so early. She tells me just think of how in shape you want to be for
your lover—which alone is enough to make me question her sanity—and I’m
annoyed by it, so I say something stupid like ‘Appearances mean everything?’
You know what she says?”
“Nah, tell me.”
“Something like…it’s your endurance that says all.”
“Damn, you got a feisty one.”
“I kissed her yesterday.”
“You’re tellin’ me you made the first move? I’m so
proud,” Curtis said cynically.
“Well, she challenged me. She knew she was baiting me,
and damn if it didn’t work.”
“How do you challenge someone to kiss you?”
“I threatened her first, said if she kept talking I’d—and
then she interrupted me with ‘You aren’t going to do a damn thing’ and it got
to me.”
“Smart woman, huh?”
“So, you’ll babysit?”
“Shit, I’ll babysit for a damn week if you introduce me
to this woman of yours.”
“She’s not mine yet.”
“Yet,” Curtis echoed.
“And I don’t know if I’m ready to share her with the
likes of you, yet.”
“Ha, ha. Real fuckin’ funny, Marsh.”
“I thought so,” Marshall grinned insanely.
//
“Mmm, you’re prompt,” she drawled.
He grinned.
“Come on in, darling.”
Awkwardly, he entered his house—he’d never really done
something like this; it felt like it was sex by appointment—which, in a way,
it was—and that felt a little dirty.
“Marshall?” she questioned, looking at him with her hazel
eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Why are you all the way over there? Come say hello,”
she teased.
He laughed nervously, but approached her calmly and gave
her a chaste kiss on her scarlet lips.
“That’s the kind of kiss my Daddy gives me,” she rolled
her eyes. “Where’s the heat? The fire?” she asked, looking straight at him.
He rose to the bait gloriously as he grabbed her hips,
propelled her forward, and smashed his lips against hers. His tongue coaxed
her lips to open for him, immediately darting it inside the warmth she was
giving him. Partially in anger, partially in desire, he nudged his knee
between her thighs, letting her feel his reaction.
“Oh, Marshall,” she breathed softly. “Now that’s
what I’m talking about.”
... to be continued
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