Chapter Thirteen
Louis
Marcus backed me up until my back hit the wall of the shower and I groaned against his lips. The skin on the back of my thighs and my ass was tender and sensitive against the cool tile wall. My soul felt free. The need to chase her down was not as bad as it had been all day. It was still there, just as my need for Marcus was. As his need was for me. The hot water poured over our skin, his hand moved to my thigh wrapping it around his waist as our c***s pressed against each other pinned between our bodies.
He was hard again and so was I. He thrust against me. I couldn’t help but turn my head to the side to pant out his name. His lips moved down my chin, nipping at my skin, leaving sharp love bites in their wake. They’d be gone by the morning when we got to work. I
