"I swear I didn't put those..."
"I swear I didn't put those there," I heard him say as I stepped out of the shower, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Didn't put what wh…?" I stopped when I looked in the mirror, realizing what he was talking about. I had two small hickeys just above my collar bone. Son of a …
I knew he would leave those, I told him. But no. "Trust me Montana," he said, in that sexy accent of his, his goatee stubble teasing my skin.
I look at his reflection in the mirror, a cocky ass grin on his face, his arms folded across his bare chest.
"I know you didn't," I said, I'm good at playing games too, "The guy I snuck in after you went to bed did."
I giggled when I felt to arms wrap around my waist, his teeth lightly nipping at the offending marks, "Better not be sneaking guys in here after I've had my way with you, Miss Monroe," he husked hoarsely into my ear, grinding his erection into my ass.
"What are you gonna do about it?" I challenged.
"Kick their ass," he promised, moving to the other side of my neck, "Then have my way with you again."
I couldn't do anything but moan when he nipped at my ear and gently massaged my breast.
Man, am I weak.