Cara gazed at the angry and disgusted look on his face as she walked into his room. She had expected him to react this way. She placed the food on his bedside table and turned towards him. “I asked you something, Cara. What are you doing here?” Cara stood silently not knowing what to say to him. “I’m back at my job, Marcus. What else?” She shrugged. “So do you need to go to the washroom?”Marcus gazed at her with an angry scowl on his face. “Did Ben bring you here?” “Does it matter? I would have come anyway. You haven’t paid me for my services yet, remember?” Marcus smiled and tried to sit up. “Let me help you.” He shook his head.“I don’t need your pity. So don&rs

“Do you need something?” Cara asked with concern as she entered Marcus’s room. To her surprise, she found him sitting on his bed clad in nothing but a towel. With his body glistening and damp, it was obvious that he had just showered. She wondered how he managed with his injured hand. “Oh! I’m sorry. I’ll come back later.” She was about to dash off and save her virgin eyes when Marcus stopped her. “Wait. I need help.” Cara’s heart did a somersault imagining the kind of help he required. She slowly turned around and stood transfixed to the spot acutely aware of his hungry gaze fixed upon her. “Can you get me my clothes?” Cara jumped and rushed over to his closet. She wondered why he couldn’t do that much by himself when he managed to take a shower! Choosing a pair of soft cargos and a shirt, she returned back to his room.  “Here.” She placed the clothes o

Cara woke up early and quickly started wrapping up her work before 7 o’clock. Marcus was still fast asleep and she rolled her eyes at him. So much for doing the housework together! She had two hours to complete everything. The cleaning was already done the day before, so she quickly made breakfast and completed the preparations needed for lunch. That didn’t take long and she stepped into Marcus’s bedroom to take a quick shower before doing the laundry.By 6:15, she was ready and sipping her coffee when Marcus walked into the dining room, freshly showered and ready. Wearing a pair of figure-hugging jeans and a black tee-shirt, he looked less like a painter and more like some se* God. Cara blinked the thoughts away and turned on a dazzling smile at him, taking him aback. “Good morning! You’re late Mr. Painter.” Marcus gri

This time the kiss was wilder and fiercer than the last one yet there was an unmistakable sensual note that took her breath away. His hand groped her rounded hip, drawing her into him till there was no space left in between. A moan escaped Cara as this was exactly what she wanted. The intensity of the kiss rendered her powerless and she wrapped her arms around his neck eliciting a contented moan from his lips. Marcus’s mouth played with her lower lip, biting and parting it expertly till she opened her mouth and surrendered to his needs. His tongue delved deeper and deeper and he devoured every recess inside her mouth like there was no tomorrow. The hungry, animal-like, and sensual kiss evoked a blind need deep within her which in turn started the familiar throbbing in her sensitive core. With her hands in his hair, tugging and pulling, she matched his passion with hers and kissed him back, surprising him and making him drown in her sweetness.&nb

“So, how’s everything going? All good?” asked Marcus as he perched himself on the ottoman beside her. Cara looked up from the mobile phone and nodded shyly, quickly deleting the browser window in case he wanted to check. “Yeah, I was saving the numbers I could remember.” Marcus nodded disinterestedly “Dinner’s ready.” He stared enraptured by her radiant face and her flushed cheeks wondering what was going on in her mind. Was she eager to get back to bed the way he was? “But I’m eager to eat you instead.” Cara gasped and blushed even more at his admission.“You shouldn’t think of that all the time or else the paintings would take years to finish,” Cara pointed out, the heat rising slowly up her body. Marcus chuckled, total