Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Another morning with Marco acting like nothing happened, despite the fact he woke up in my bed. I enjoy messing around with him, but I worry about my job security. About what will happen if he grows tired of me or wants to sleep with a supermodel that propositions him. I finally made my mind up to talk to him about it tonight before we roll around the sheets once more.

 

Before we could talk, though, Ava and I had a playdate set up for the boys. We decided to have a scavenger hunt with them, so Ava watched them while I hid the different objects, mostly toys, around the park. After hiding all the objects, I returned to the three of them and handed the list to Ava, as well as saving one for myself. 

 

We listed off the objects to the boys and let them loose to look for them. Ava and I chatted as we followed after them.

 

“How are you and Mr. Handsome doing?” Ava nudged me.

 

“We…started sleeping together.” I admitted, watching Lark.

 

“You go, girl!”

 

“I just worry about him changing his mind about me and then firing me.” I shook my head.

 

“Look at you, Lili! Why would he want to?”

 

I rubbed my arm nervously. Admittedly I didn’t even know Marco that well, outside of work-related stuff. Maybe he only wanted sex in the first place. “I plan to talk to him tonight. To figure out where he stands, hopefully.”

 

“I wish you the best, but Lili, you’ve got to tell me, are you in love with him?”

 

“I’m in…deep like with him.” I smiled slightly, looking over at her.

 

“Deep like, huh? Not bad. Well, you better tell him, or I’ll tell him for you.”

 

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks, Ava.”

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Marco got home early so we could head to the pumpkin patch before it got too late. We were currently in the car on our way there. I watched Marco as he drove. His strong jawline, the slight stubble that was showing up, he was so attractive. I didn’t know how I had ended up with him.

 

“Marco. I’d…would like to talk about something?” I finally spoke up.

 

“Huh?” He drummed lightly on the steering wheel as we waited at the light.

 

“It’s…kinda serious.” 

 

“Go ahead, Lili.” He glanced over at me.

 

“Well…what exactly is this between us?”

 

“You mean us sleeping together, correct?” He paused for a moment. “It can be whatever you’d like.”

 

I sighed. I couldn’t know for sure if he was being difficult on purpose or not, either way he was putting all the pressure on me. I took a few moments before responding. “Why don’t you tell me what you want instead, Marco?”

 

“Because I’ll take what you give me.” He glanced over at me again, a soft smile on his face. Perhaps he really did like me. More than just sex. 

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“I--I’m not sure what I want yet.” I admitted to him and myself. “I…want to continue doing it if you do, but I just don’t want us to pretend like it doesn’t happen.”

 

“We can do that.” Marco nodded.

 

“Marco, do you…like me?”

 

He chuckled quietly, causing me to shrink down slightly. “Of course I do, Lili. You’re an incredible woman. I’m proud to have you in my life.”

 

“I’m happy to have you in my life too, Marco.” I smiled slightly.

 

We arrived at the pumpkin patch. I unloaded Lark out of the SUV and set him on the slightly damp ground, hoping he wouldn’t get too muddy, because then I’d have to give him a bath tonight. We walked into the area, Lark holding one of each of our hands, before picking out a handful of pumpkins. I had already bought the safety carving set, but it was likely I would end up carving all of them by myself. 

 

The three of us took a ride on the carriage, too, through the farm. Marco looked out of place in his suit, but handsome nonetheless. After getting off, we purchased our pumpkins and headed on our way back home for some dinner.

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“Lili.” Marco beckoned me up from the couch where I was working on my homework. I set my laptop to the side, standing up, and walking to the stairs he was on. He took my hand and guided me upstairs and through the hallway into his room. I had only ever been in here to clean, but I had a feeling I knew that’s not why I was in here this time. “Strip for me.” He commanded, tilting his chin up.

 

I rolled my eyes at his big guy act, before following his instructions, slowly stripping, showing bits of skin off at a time, until I was left bare under his sight.

 

“Come here.” He walked over to the edge of the bed, the opposite side of me. His hand gently patted the comforter. 

 

I walked over and crawled across the bed, lying down at his behest. 

 

“Stay there. Don’t move.” He walked away, coming back moments later, a silky red rope in his hand. “Stay still.” He instructed once more as he tied the rope tightly around my wrist. Enough for me to feel it. I watched as he tied the other end to the headboard. Once satisfied with his job, he began to strip off his own clothes, before crawling onto the bed. “Beautiful.” He muttered, his eyes roaming over my pale body. 

 

He began to kiss down my body, his soft lips caressing my skin as they trailed downwards. Marco seemed to take pleasure in watching me squirm under his delicate touch. As his one hand and lips traveled down below the belt, his other hand reached up and scratched my skin, running between my breasts, causing me to arch my back in pain. The mix of pleasure and pain numbed my brain, as he began going down on me. 

 

I pulled at the restraints, attempting to stop the overwhelming sensation, but unable to do anything. Before I could truly enjoy it, he stopped, making me protest, begging him to continue. Marco just smiled, before lining himself up and plunging into me. He began fucking me, the rhythm causing the headboard to smack against the wall.

 

Marco leaned in, kissing me, before pressing his chest against me. I pulled at the ropes once more, wanting to burying my fingers in his hair as he thrusted, but powerless to do so. All concern rolled away as the pleasure took over me, causing my arm to go limp. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as Marco continued to plant kisses along my neck and collarbone before the tension built up and exploded.

 

Marco rolled off me and to the side after he finished as well. He sat there for a few moments before getting up out of the bed and walking into the bathroom.

 

“Excuse me.” I called out to him.

 

He peeked out the door with a raised eyebrow.

 

“Aren't you forgetting something?”

 

Marco smiled. “I don’t think I am.” He shook his head, before disappearing back into the bathroom.

 

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