Romance: Love Dies Hard 2 (Billionaire Romance Series) (Hard to Love)

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bedroom voice which I hope she saves only for me. Her soft fingertips caress my cheek and I turn to kiss her palm. I’m absolute putty in her hands, what the hell has come over me?
    “With pleasure,” I say taking her lips in a tender, but passionate kiss. And just like that, I let her back into my life with no questions asked.

Chapter 2
    Sophie
    I couldn’t stay away from Marcus. I found myself running back to him on Sunday, wanting back in his life and back in his bed. No willpower to stay away, to end it, as much as I know in my heart that I must. Just not yet. I made myself irresistible, wearing just lingerie and it worked its magic on him. He let me back in, this time.
     
    *****
     
    It’s getting late and I’m ready to call it a day. I log out and turn off my computer, straighten up my desk and put my files away. Marcus hasn’t come by and I know he’s working late tonight too. I decide to head down to see him in his huge corner office next to his father’s. I try never to venture into his office because it reminds me of his power here at Hunter Investments, being second in command to his father. When he’s in his office he wears his alpha male game face. As I approach his office I can see him sitting behind his desk, hard at work, in all his powerful, alpha male glory. His brow is furrowed and he is closely scrutinizing some papers on his desk, deep in thought. His necktie is off and slung over the back of his chair. His crisp white dress shirt is unbuttoned at the neck, giving you a peek of his chiseled bare chest and his sleeves are rolled up exposing his toned and tanned forearms. He looks devastatingly sexy as hell in a very masculine way. I immediately think about doing naughty things to him to wipe that all business expression off his face. He glances up as if sensing my eyes on him. When he sees me approach his office door he stands.
    “Hello Mr. Hunter,” I say seductively as my eyes scan the entire length of his body, images of him naked pop into my one track mind.
    “Won’t you come in Miss Shawn,” he says, confirming that I’m not the only one with dirty thoughts floating through my mind. He pulls me in past the doorway and closes, then locks, his office door. He draws the privacy blinds and I wonder who else he has drawn those blinds for.
    “You look stunning in that form fitting purple dress of yours Miss Shawn, it leaves little to the imagination,” he drawls out so sexily that my panties are getting wet from his words alone. He swipes his tongue suggestively across those lips of his that I want on me, on every part of my body.
    “Thank you Mr. Hunter,” I reply as my hand reaches out and strokes his rigid manhood through his trousers.
    “My aggressive aren’t we?” he taunts.
    “I prefer to think of myself as a girl who knows what she I wants.” He pulls me tight against his hard body and his lips crash onto mine in a demanding kiss. His hands reach back and cup my ass through my tight skirt.
    “God Sophie, you are so damn sexy in that dress that hugs your tight little body. I’ve wanted to bury myself inside your warmth all day.”
    “What’s stopping you?” I say holding his gaze. He crouches down before me and his hands pick up the bottom of my dress and skate upwards, exposing my stocking clad thighs, garter and lace panties. He pulls me towards his lips and lightly bites my panties and tugs them down with his teeth while looking up into my eyes that are watching him. Oh my God, he looks so naughty and my legs almost buckle from beneath me.
    “Marcus,” I whisper out huskily, my voice almost unrecognizable with lust. Oh how I always want this man between my legs, I would do anything to please him.
    “This is mine,” he growls out, taking a taste of me while I spread my legs for him.
    “Sit in your chair, it’s my turn to taste you big boy,” I say guiding him towards his black leather chair. Once he sits down, he spreads his legs so I can get on my knees before

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