Wanting it All - Livia Grant Page 0,1

washed over him. Markus moved his hand to her silky, dark mane, stroking her softly as her tongue tickled the tip of his cock between gulps around his shaft.

“Fuck…” Still fighting his natural instincts, he warned his wife. “I know you don’t really like swallowing, sweetheart. Consider yourself warned that you are about to have a mouthful if you don’t—” The rest of his sentence got cut off as he let the orgasm roll through him. What might have been lost in the gentleness of the moment was more than made up for by the wave of love he felt to the depth of his core for the woman struggling to lap up every drop of his hot cum. He should have felt guilty at her gagging, but her struggles only threatened to wake up his demon again.

As she kneeled up beside him, her bare breasts calling out for attention, he wanted nothing more than to stay in bed all day, making love to his wife. If only.

Markus reached over to pinch a tit playfully, offering, “You want me to take care of you now?”

Brianna fell back to the bed, giggling as she teased him, “Naw. I know you’re already running late.”

Markus chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss on the veil of dark hair covering her face. “You don’t fool me. You just want to go back to sleep,” he teased.

“Of course, I do,” she mumbled.

“So… sleep is more important than sex. Got it.”

“It is at six in the morning. Be happy I had enough energy to send you off with a smile.”

“Oh, I’m happy alright.” He could tell she was already sliding back to sleep. “Do you have your alarm set? You don’t want to piss Tiffany off by being late again.”

“Uh-ha…” she muttered, fading fast.

His phone ringing on the nightstand made them both jump. There was only one person who’d be calling at this hour today. Giving Bri a final kiss, he whispered, “I’ll call you later, sweetheart. Maybe we can go out for dinner tonight.”

“Okay…” she whispered, almost back to sleep.

Markus waited until he was half-way to the master bathroom before he answered on the next ring. “Hey, I’m jumping in the shower now.”

“Tell me we’ve got this,” the worried voice of one of his oldest friends said at the other end.

Pushing down his own uncertainty, he tried to sound strong. “We’ve already gotten the criminal case thrown out, didn’t we? It’s a bullshit lawsuit.”

Cold water sputtered to life as he turned on the shower before walking to the sink to brush his teeth as Lukus chattered on at the other end. “I’d feel better if the judge didn’t hate me so much.”

Markus tried to keep his client calm. “I told you she was a hard-ass. I’m just counting on her being a fair hard-ass.”

“I need this to be over. This nightmare has been hanging over my head for a fucking year now. I want it done. For life to go back to normal.”

Markus chuckled. “Don’t give me that. I know you and Derek have had things back to business as usual since the criminal charges were dropped.”

“You know what I mean. It’s not the same. I’ve had to…” Lukus let his voice drop off.

“What? Rein it in? Maybe that’s not a bad thing,” he countered.

“Fuck that. I feel sorry for the subs at the first show after this is behind me.”

Markus didn’t say anything, but he knew his friend spoke the truth.

Lukus closed the call. “Derek and I are about to leave here now. Meet you at the diner.”

Markus’s “Later,” fell on deaf ears as the call had dropped.

Today was gonna be a big day. He could feel it, and he always trusted his gut on these things.

Chapter Two

Tiffany

Tiffany glanced down at her watch as her best friend came crashing into the back office of the salon they owned together. Not bad. She was only ten minutes late today.

“Morning, Brianna.”

“I know. I know. I’m late for Mrs. Shriner’s cut and color. Let me just throw my stuff down and I’ll be ready to go.”

“It’s your lucky day,” Tiffany replied. “She called and is running a few minutes late herself.”

Brianna turned, a relieved grin on her face. “That is lucky! Now I might even have time to grab some coffee. I was running so late I had to leave home without it.”

Tiffany whistled. “Wow, you slept in late enough to skip coffee. You must have been up late.”

“I wish. More like up early.”

Having lived with Brianna