Marc

Marc by Kathi S. Barton

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talk to Marc, please? I’d like to have a few words with
him.”
    Marc came on the line and started
talking before she had a chance to ask him. “I was supposed to make it look good.
I think your dad actually enjoyed it. That is up until he hit his head. He
wasn’t supposed to grab the plates either, but he said it had better sound
effects than him just falling like he was supposed to do, and Walker said the
cut should heal pretty nicely. The bump looks a lot worse than it is, but again
Walker said he’d be fine.” He stopped talking, and she had to smile when he
spoke again. “Jonny, are you going to hurt me when I get home?”
    “You deserve it. What the hell were you
thinking hitting a man, a human man like that?” She smiled when he started
again. “I’m kidding. I’m so grateful that you all made it out that I can’t…I
don’t know what to say.”
    “You don’t have to say anything. We
actually…Dylan and I have decided that we’re never going to sell magazines door
to door again. Women are…someone tried to seduce us. She came out of her
kitchen naked.” She laughed and sat down again holding the little animal while
he told her what had happened with getting her parents out.
    “You all really are fine?” He told her
that they were. “I don’t know how to thank you and your family for what you did
for me. I feel so much better knowing that they’re safe from him.”
    “It was my pleasure.” She heard him say
something to someone else, and then a door close. “We should be landing in
about an hour. The pilot said that there is a good wind behind us.”
    “Khan said I couldn’t come to meet you
in case Roy is watching the house. Once my parents come through the gate here, he
won’t know that they’re here either. He said that staying here will keep them
safer.” She leaned back in the chair when Corrine took little George for his
bath. “I had a talk with your brother and your dad while you were gone. They
said that you and I are connected and that when I leave, you’ll be able to find
me. Is that true?”
    He was quiet for a few seconds. “Do you
want to leave me, Jonny? Because I don’t want you to. I need you in my life,
and the thought of you even thinking about leaving is tearing me apart.”
    “I’m not cut out for being a domestic
cat or human, Marc. I can barely boil water without having four pots involved. You
saw what I ate all the time. It was cheap, sure, but it was all I trusted
myself to cook.”
    “I can cook. Besides, we can hire
someone for that part. It’s the other fringe benefits I love about having you
around.” She asked him what kind of benefits. “Well, there’s the fact that you
can wash my back for me in the shower. A man can’t have a too clean back. Then
there’s the little fact that you smell really good. Especially when you’re wet
for me. Do you have any idea how much I love that scent?”
    “You make me wet just by talking to me
in that low, rumbling voice. And when you touch my skin…Marc, this isn’t a good
idea. I’m going to need to take a cold shower if we don’t stop this now.” He
growled and she felt her pussy soak.
    “My cock is hard right now. And I can’t
wait to get home to take you. I don’t even care if it’s in a bed or in the hall.
Slide your fingers into your pussy and tell me how wet you are, and I’ll try
not to come all over my hand when you do.” She looked around the room to make
sure she was alone before she slid her fingers over her soaking crotch. She
moaned in the phone.
    “I’m very wet. My jeans are wet all the
way through.” He growled at her to go to their bedroom they were using while
they were at Khan’s. She ran up the stairs and locked the door behind her. Telling
him to hang on, she stripped down and got on the bed.
    “Where are you?” She told him. “Christ,
I wish I was there. Touch yourself for me, Jonny. Tell me how you feel.”
    “Wet. And hot. My fingers are coated
with my juices, and

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