Yield to Love (12 page)

“
Um hmm,” Roque
agreed.

“
He actually made me
attend the funeral of his daughter’s spider. I mean, I did feel bad
for her. But I feel worse that she has him for a
father.”

Roque grimaced. He was a damn good
father.

“
Poor thing. No wonder she
finds solace in those dangerous pets.”

Roque stiffened, applying more pressure than
was necessary.

“
That feels so good.
Harder, please.”

Roque got a full woody when she said those
words. Damn, he’d never been so turned on.

“
And you should see how he
pesters me about this damn house,” she continued. “Am I wrong to
avoid him?”

“
Uh-uh,” Rock
answered.

“
Thank you. I mean, so
what if he’s drop dead gorgeous and he makes my stomach flutter.
His attitude leaves a lot to be desired.”

The Brat had a thing for him? He ran his
palms up and down her calves. Right now, he was having the time of
his life feeling every curve on Marlowe’s sexy body.

“
The other day he
practically pinned me to the wall in my office, forced his tongue
down my throat, and bit my lip. Well, I actually liked the biting
part.”

“
Tsk, tsk,” Roque
teased.

“
How can I be attracted to
someone like him? He’s such an ass.”

Roque dipped his hands below the sheet and
stroked the smooth globes of Marlowe’s backside. “Speaking of
asses,” he said, “yours is incredible.”

Marlowe gasped and whipped her head in his
direction. Her wide eyes narrowed to slits. “You’re not
Gustavo!”

“
No, but if this is what
his world is like, I’m thinking I’m in the wrong line of
business.”

Marlowe fought to control the urges
competing for dominance inside her. Her rapid-fire heartbeat versus
the flight of butterflies fluttering inside her stomach. She
couldn’t fight her desire for this man. Worse yet, she couldn’t
believe this arrogant beast was here. Was there no escaping him? It
seemed she couldn’t go one day without him calling her or stalking
her or showing up at the most inopportune times.

“
What are you doing here?”
she demanded.

“
I can’t go to your
office, so I came over here to talk to you.”

“
You could have
knocked.”

“
I did. You told me to
come in.”

She struggled to pull the sheet around her.
She hurriedly wrapped her body in it before landing in a sitting
position with her legs dangling over the side of the table. “I
thought you were Gustavo,” she huffed.

“
Obviously. Did you mean
all those things you said about me?”

Oh, my God! She shook her
head.
This is not happening. This cannot
be happening.
He’d heard every word she’d
said. “The part about you being an ass? Yes, I meant
it.”

He grinned. “And the part about you enjoying
the biting?”

Her mouth dropped open. Before she could
reply, Roque trailed a finger along her bottom lip. “Do you really
think I’m handsome?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassment
flooding through her in waves.

“
There’s no shame in
admitting it,” she heard his deep voice. “The shame is not pursuing
your deepest desires, like you want to do right now.” He paused
before giving her a gentle order. “Open your eyes, Marlowe. Let me
look at you.”

She gazed into his blue
eyes, searching their depths for what, she didn’t know. What she
did know was that he was incredibly sexy. Her head said
Proceed with Caution
,
but her body said
Full Speed
Ahead
. Just being near him—feeling the
warmth of his fingers, hearing the deep timbre of his voice,
smelling the masculine scent that lingered on his sculpted
muscles—made her wet. She desperately wanted to feel his full lips
against hers. Taste his tongue in her mouth. Let him fill her most
intimate places. He was right. She wanted to pursue her deepest
desires. And by the way his eyes were riveted to her lips, it
looked as though the feeling was mutual.

At the same time, they both leaned in, as if
pulled together by some magnetic force. Roque took command of the
kiss, putting his stamp of passion on her lips and making her
whimper in response. He gently teased and nibbled her bottom lip,
tenderly sucking her mouth, setting her body ablaze in the process.
When his tongue swept inside and boldly stroked the insides of her
mouth, she felt all her senses go on red alert. She returned the
favor, fondling his tongue with her own, enjoying the erotic dance.
His hands cupped her face; his fingers trailed whisper-soft
caresses down her cheeks, her chin, and finally, her neck. Her skin
was on fire where he touched her. It was as if he knew exactly what
she wanted and how she wanted to be touched. As she savored the
taste of his wickedly delicious tongue, she wondered how long she
could last against his erotic assault.

Usually, she was the one in control, the one
who brought men under her spell. But right now, Roque had her
spellbound. She was powerless to do anything but fall prey to his
touch. As he plundered her mouth, Marlowe’s arms went up, caressing
the hair at the nape of his neck. The sheet dropped, exposing her
bare chest.

Roque’s hands cupped her breasts, kneading
her nipples. When he tweaked the hard buds between his thumb and
forefingers, she moaned in his mouth. He dragged his lips from hers
and began ravaging her neck. She threw her head back as she
succumbed to him nipping, biting, and sucking her delicate
flesh.

“
Damn, you taste good,” he
murmured against her throat. “Let me taste all of you, Marlowe.
Right now.”

She was swept up in a hedonistic vortex of
pleasure. Roque wanted to taste her, and she wanted it too. “Yes,”
she purred. “Taste me.”

She was ready to spread eagle for him on
this table, if need be. She barely had time to form the thought
before he laid her on her back and pulled her to the end of the
table. He bent down low and hooked her knees over his
shoulders.

He grasped her thighs in his palms. She held
her breath, her juices already flowing, wanting—no, needing to feel
his lips down there. His mouth was inches from her Brazilian waxed
coochie, but he took his time, softly kissing the smooth skin of
her thighs. She writhed with anticipation, practically salivating
at the thought of his tongue on her clit.

He must have sensed her anxiousness because
the next words that came from his mouth were, “Beg me to lick this
pussy.”

“
Please,” she begged.
“Lick my pussy.”

He nodded, grabbing her ass with his strong
fingers, sinking the pads of his fingertips into the soft flesh. He
was making her want this so bad. Right now, she would do
anything.

“
Tell me you want me to
suck your clit,” he commanded.

She was panting with need. She could feel
the cream dripping and he hadn’t even touched her yet. “Suck my
clit, pleeasse,” she begged.

“
Tell me you want
me.”

“
I want you badly. Right
now.” She thrust her pussy toward him. “Please, lick my clit. I
need it. I need you.”

The first stroke of his tongue was heaven.
Her body tensed, silently screaming for more. He licked again,
sampling the folds of her pussy. His tongue was long and strong,
licking over the smooth skin and dragging it slowly upward across
her clitoris. She bucked and grinded against him as a river of
creamy lava flowed through her.

“
More, more,” she
demanded. “Faster, harder.”

He flicked his tongue over her clit, sucking
and pulling it. Her head thrashed from side to side. She arched her
back. She moaned aloud. She didn’t care how much noise she made.
She was enjoying every single second of this. Roque thrust his
tongue deep inside her, darting it in and out. She pushed her
pelvis against his face, finally opening her eyes long enough to
watch his mouth and nose disappear into her wet flesh. The sight
turned her on even more.

When Roque slipped a long finger inside her
while sucking on her clit, she felt bursts of heat spasm inside
her. She pushed her hips forward and tightened the muscles of her
pussy around his thick finger. He slid his finger back and forth,
rhythmically thrusting in and out of the milky wetness between her
legs. A burning hot friction built in the pit of her stomach that
threatened to send her over the edge.

“
Two fingers,” she rasped.
“Fuck me with two fingers.”

Roque obliged, thrusting another finger
insider her wet pussy. She was instantly filled with his warm
flesh. She bucked against his hand as he continued to lick her clit
and stroke her with his fingers.

All too soon, a wave of ecstasy flooded her,
sending volts of pleasure through her veins. Good thing she had the
massage table for support. If she were standing, her knees wouldn’t
hold her right now.

“
Oh, God!” she gasped.
“I’m coming.”

Roque was relentless. He unmercifully licked
her until she rode the wave completely. She collapsed against the
table, spent. Roque laid his head on her abdomen, his labored
breathing mixing in tandem with her heavy breaths.

She lay motionless, sprawled beneath him.
She was stunned by what had just happened. Who knew this man was
capable of making her soar to such heights of pleasure?

“
Yoo hoo!” she heard a
voice call. “Sorry I’m late.”

Marlowe jumped up, pushed Roque away, and
tucked the sheet around her.

Seconds later, Gustavo pranced into the
room. “I had drama with my roommate,” he huffed. When he saw the
scene in front of him, he stopped mid-stride and dropped the black
bag he was carrying on the floor. His eyes flitted from Marlowe to
Roque, who was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Roque’s amused gaze captured hers. He licked
his lips like a lion that had just finished devouring his prey.
Instead of looking embarrassed, a rakish grin covered his lips.

Gustavo cleared his throat. “Uh, should I
come back later?”

Hours later, Roque still had Marlowe on the
brain. Even though he’d showered, her sweet, tangy taste was still
in his mouth and his nostrils. He liked it that way. He wanted to
remember her scent. His dick was hard as marble just thinking about
how he’d ravished her with his tongue. Now that he’d had a taste of
her, he wanted more. He’d tried to ignore the uncontrollable lust
he had for her, but just like everything else in life, when he was
passionate about something, he had to let it run its course.

Marlowe Jones was no exception.

He would have her, and he would make her
enjoy every minute of it. The only problem was he might lose
himself in the process. Marlowe responded like a tigress in heat
every time he touched her. It played havoc with his ego and his
erection. He had to be careful around that one. She was a danger to
his self-control.

He walked into the kitchen to see what Cook
had prepared for dinner. She’d left something wrapped in foil
warming in the oven. Beef Enchiladas with beans and rice. Hell,
Marlowe wasn’t the dangerous one. Cook was. If she kept making
these dishes, his waistline would be expanded in no time. He was
seriously thinking about getting a personal trainer. He didn’t make
it to the gym as much as he’d like to. And with Cook making these
meals, in a few months, he’d be twice the man he was
today—literally.

When his cell phone rang, he jogged from the
kitchen to where he’d left it on the hall table. He reached for it,
thinking it was Marlowe, ready to finish what they’d started. When
he looked at the number on the display, his mood immediately
soured. Why was Natalyn calling him? Anything she needed to say,
she could say to Jade.

He picked it up, ready for battle. Then he
remembered, she was scheduled for her custody weekend with Jade.
He’d bet his retirement fund she was calling to cancel.

“
Yes?” He didn’t bother to
hide the irritation in his voice when he answered.

“
Well, hello to you, too,”
Natalyn quipped.

Roque didn’t know why she wanted him to be
bothered with pleasantries. He didn’t even do that for people he
liked. He damn sure wasn’t about to do it for her. “I’m busy,
Natalyn. What can I do for you?”

“
Always direct and to the
point. No matter how infrequently we talk, you never
change.”

He was about five seconds from hanging up.
He had better things to do than entertain a woman who never seemed
to have time for her own daughter.

“
I was calling to see if
this was my weekend to pick Jade up,” she continued.

“
You know it is. You’ve
had the same schedule for five years now, not that it matters. You
never keep to it.”

“
That’s why I hate calling
you. You have a cruel streak a mile long.”

“
Then why do you do it?
There’s no need for us to speak. I bought Jade a cell phone with
all the bells and whistles. Call her directly.”

“
I tried to call, but I
got an out of order recording.”

Roque blew out a deep breath. He didn’t have
time for this shit. “What number are you calling?”

He listened as Natalyn rattled off an old
number Jade had before he got her a new cell phone. “She changed
that number six months ago. Maybe if you ever bothered to call her,
you’d know.”

“
What? Why am I just now
finding this out?”