Over This.

MARCUS

I wouldn't say that I was amused. Right from the beginning, I'd always known Sierra was the type to throw herself around. In as much as I felt so penitent saying it, I knew this day would arrive. It was just a matter of when.

And it was happening.

Before I knew it, she was standing at my front, her head tilted so we could lock gazes. I gripped the handle of the mug steadfastly and even I was afraid it was going to snap. The veins in my arms were popping out.

Her gaze left my face. It ran down to my neck, my chest, the muscles around my abdomen. She really did take her time. It landed on my bulge and what made it so unwieldy was the fact that I was holding a mug of hot cocoa drink like all of this was casual, the steam from the cup coating my face and generating moisture.

She cupped my hard penis clad in my trousers and repeated as if I hadn't heard her the first time, "I want this."

She squeezed before taking her hands off.

I couldn't deny that I wasn't affected by that. N