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    Marly waited, leaning on the desk beside him, twirling a pencil along with a handful of others inside a steel cup. “A Brad Pitt look-alike would be nice,” she said thoughtfully.
    A quick eyebrow shot up as he stared at her. “And have you break him like a twig?
    Honey, you need…” Then, eyes widening at a brisk answer on the other end, he spoke into the receiver, “Ah, yes, hello there, Miss. Do any of your professional escorts look like Brad Pitt?”
    He looked at Marly while he listened to the crisp, business-like female on the other end, then whispered to her, “No. But they’ve got Jackie Chan, would you like him?”
    Her forehead creased in puzzlement as she apparently tried to remember if she knew him. Marcus’s second eyebrow rose. “Hon. It was a joke.”
    “Oh.” She grinned and furrowed her nose. “Jerk.” Her smile spread out even more as she settled her nude little rump over his lap and, turning slightly, twined one arm around his neck. “Ask if they’ve got a Gerry Butler.”
    “A who?”
    “Just ask!”
    “Any Gerry Butler by chance?”
    He listened intently, mouthed the word, “no,” then turned his full attention to the formal-talking lady and slammed a hand onto the desk beside the keypad. “Well, I need the best guy you’ve got. One who can go nonstop for hours and has a big sturdy cock,” he said with a flair. “We want someone who’ll get right down to business and give a good long fuck.”
    As he went on with address and credit info, Marly squirmed on top of him. Before she decided to pull away, he curled an arm around her waist and held her still so she could feel their previously dormant little friend stabbing into her bottom.
    In soldier-like position.
    Ready to charge.
    Damn, Marcus was grateful. Because he really, really wanted to fuck his wife. Her back went rigid at attention, and he allowed himself the luxury of running his gaze down her elegant spine, his arm firmly around her waist as he slowly sought out her wet spot and pushed inside.
    She whimpered as he entered. With her tight, damp cunt stretching around him, Marcus choked on a groan.
    “Thank you,” he said roughly into the receiver before he quickly hung up. “Now come here, you.” He cupped her jaw and kept her face turned so he could kiss her, their lips touching softly, playfully as both his hands started gliding toward her breasts. “You turned me on with all that squirming.” His thumbs traced the underside of each globe, then stroked her nipples, scraping to and fro until they’d hardened like rubies.
    Her limbs quivered over his, her hips rolling with him inside. “Marcus are you sure…I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t. You’re so wet now. It’s like honey.” He slid one hand down her stomach, then lower, to where they were joined. Finding her hot spot, he fondled her, slightly pinching the damp pearl on top with his thumb and forefinger, then rolling it with the pad.
    “Please, oh, please, Marcus fuck me. Fuck me bad.” She folded her arms behind her, cupping the back of his neck so she could purr the words into his mouth as he slowly, so slowly, moved inside her.
    “You’ve been a naughty girl; of course I’ll fuck you bad. I might even need to spank you.” God, her pussy was tight. Slick. Burning.
    “Don’t tease me; I’m very vulnerable.”
    He caught her earlobe between his lips and tugged. “I’m not teasing you. I think I’d like to smack this little behind very much.”
    Her sex rippled around his cock as she breathed out a tremulous, “Yes.”
    “You’re a bad, wicked little wildcat. You deserve a good spank. You deserve two guys fucking your brains out, maybe even three.”
    She came, surprising him as she violently shuddered on top of him. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, and it took all his efforts not to come with her. Gritting his teeth as he continued to pump her, Marcus stroked her nub faster, his finger circling, rubbing her hard