Chapter 12

Marshall's POV

I sighed, glancing at the time from my home office chair, feeling the weight of all the paperwork piling up around me.

A mountain of it, deadlines I'd pushed aside, and things I couldn't ignore any longer.

The girls were with Kim for some family wedding out of town, leaving me with a rare weekend to myself.

I wasn't exactly loving the freedom.

My phone buzzed, snapping me out of the haze. I looked over, and my eyebrows shot up.

Leila.

Why the hell would she be FaceTiming me?

I hit accept and her face appeared, calm as ever, with that damn smirk playing on her lips.

"Hey, Superman" she greeted, voice low and teasing, pulling me right in "I thought about it, and-"

She flipped the camera, giving me a full view of herself standing there in a loosely tied silk robe, just enough of it slipping open to reveal black lace underneath.

Yeah, I felt that.

She flipped the camera back, her expression completely calm "You have twenty minutes to get here"

Then, just like that, she hung up.

I stared at the screen, trying to process what had just happened, and when it hit, I shot up, sending my chair rolling across the room.

My hands flew to my pockets, keys, wallet-

where the fuck are my shoes?

I stumbled into the kitchen, found my Nikes, and somehow managed to get them on without breaking a leg, I locked up and bolted to my car, screaming out of the driveway like I had somewhere real urgent to be, because, well, I did.

Did I even remember her address? Hell, why was I even racing over there? For a hook up?

Marshall? Really?

I could practically hear my own voice laughing at me.

You've got more hoes then you can handle, and you're speeding across town for some bitch?

Yeah, I had options, but damn it if Leila wasn't under my skin in a way that no one else could scratch.

I turned into her neighborhood, spotting her place and parking fast, practically tumbling out of the car in my rush to the door.

"Please be the right house" I muttered, dick already straining against my joggers, that image of her in lace burned into my brain.

I knocked, and her voice floated from inside "It's open"

I grabbed the handle, stepping inside and locking the door behind me, kicking off my shoes as I followed the sound of low music playing down the hall, I yanked off my shirt and tossed it onto the floor without a second thought.

When I looked up, there she was, lounging on the edge of a chaise in that robe, expression unreadable, the silk barely hiding anything.

"Made it at the speed of light" she teased, one eyebrow raised "I'm impressed, Superman"

I shrugged, dropping my joggers, stripping down to just my boxers "The fewer clothes, the better, right?"

She smirked, leaning back on her elbows, the robe slipping open even more "So impatient, you want something, come and get it"

I took a step forward, grabbing myself "Right here?"

"Right here" She gave a slow blink, lashes fluttering. "Eat up"

I froze, realizing exactly what she meant and I scoffed, shaking my head, eat her out? "Hell no, I don't know where your whore ass has been"

She didn't flinch "You sure?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely, I don't go 'round eating out just any bitch" I replied with a snort, rolling my eyes, but I could see her jaw tighten, a smug look twitching at the corner of her lips.

"Too bad for you, then" she said, pushing herself up as if to pull the robe back over her body "Let me walk you out"

Yo, is this bitch for real right now?

I almost laughed, but it didn't come out, just a frustrated sigh.

I'd driven across town for this, and she was really about to throw me out?

You wanted her, right? Well, here you fuckin' go.

"Wait" I groaned, feeling that last bit of dignity slipping, she leaned back, that same smug look on her face, clearly enjoying every second of this.

Sighing, I dropped to my knees, the bass of the R&B music thumping through the room building the tension in the air.

She watched me, knowing she had me right where she wanted.

I let my hands slide up her thighs, my fingers skimming her skin, feeling her shiver under my touch, my fingertips brushed over her infinite tattoo, tracing the lines before hooking into the lace of her panties and tugging them down.

I dragged my eyes up her body, letting her see the intent, the hunger.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to her thigh, moving up slowly, inch by inch, savoring every reaction, the way her breath hitched, the slight part of her lips, the way her hips shifted toward me, when I reached her, I didn't hold back, my tongue slid over her, tasting her, her skin warm and sweet under my mouth, and I felt her shudder, her hands gripping the back of my head.

She tasted like something I could get lost in, I pressed in deeper, letting my tongue swirl, catching the quiet moans that slipped from her lips, her body was moving with me, her hips arching into every stroke, and I kept my rhythm steady, controlling, pushing her, keeping her on edge.

Her breathing grew shallow, her fingers gripping harder, pulling me closer, I could feel her tensing around me, that building pressure, the way her thighs trembled, she was right there and I didn't let up, pushing her right there, my tongue moving in perfect sync with the rhythm of her body.

I slid my fingers inside, feeling her clench around me as I curled them just right, finding that sweet spot, her breath caught, a sharp gasp as I worked my tongue and fingers together, refusing to let her come down, her thighs tightened around me, shuddering, her moans filling the room as she came.

Every pulse, every shudder, I took it all in, not letting her stop.

Finally, I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, still tasting her on my lips, my cock hard as fuck, ready to finally take what I'd come here for.

But just as I leaned in, she pressed a finger to my lips, stopping me in my tracks.

I frowned, watching as she pushed herself up, smoothing her robe as if nothing had happened, putting herself back together like it was the easiest thing in the world.

"That was nice" she said, voice casual as ever "But it's getting late"

I barely had time to process it before she was moving me back toward the door, shoving my clothes and shoes into my arms, her smug smirk.

"Thanks for stopping by"

The door shut in my face before I could respond.

I stood there, stunned, staring at the closed door, clothes in hand, still hard as a rock.

I looked down, feeling heat rise in my face as I realized I was standing there in my boxers, feeling like I'd been completely played.

From the other side of the door, I could almost hear her laughing at me.

What the fuck just happened?