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carried her the rest of the way.
    “I caught you. No challenge there. So does that mean I’m not too old, and you’ll keep me?”
    Brushing her lips over his, she murmured, “Only if you keep me.”

Chapter 4
    After a week of dates and picking her up from work, Markus felt as though he couldn’t hold on any longer. He’d become sick of cold showers. He dreamed of holding Kylie at night and waking in the morning to see her beautiful face.
    It was Monday, and he’d organized a dinner at his house, putting all his phones on silent and hoping to make everything perfect to the last detail.
    The knock on his door left him nervous, like he’d never been on a date before and he wasn’t a thirty-three-year-old man. Markus opened the door and was rendered speechless. Kylie wore a little black dress, which hugged every curve, and high red shoes. She held a matching red clutch bag. She wore her hair falling around her shoulders, and he could tell she wore no bra. His mouth started to water. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ears, telling her in Greek she was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. If he hadn’t already been falling in love with her, he would have started after seeing her in this dress.
    She blushed a pretty pink as he tugged her inside, pulling her against him.
    “What did you just say? I really need to learn Greek.”
    As soon as the last word left her lips, he took her mouth. Her flavor exploded into his mouth. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, and then picked her up and walked to his room, not caring about his plan to wine and dine her and give her a gift.
    Kylie squealed into his mouth as he walked.
    Reaching his room, he gently placed her on the bed. She pulled off her shoes and tugged her dress down so he could hold, caress, and taste the rest of her body. Taking steps back, he slid the zipper down at the back and took the rest of the dress with him, dropping it to the floor. Markus paused to look at the woman he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since he’d met her.
    Kylie breathed hard, her chest rising high and her nipples puckered. She looked perfect with her hair splayed over the pillows. There was no other word.
    Her heaving chest and breasts, with their round, berry-like nipples, tempted him. They begged for his mouth, but he wanted to see the rest of his prize first.
    He gazed at her tight, flat stomach and let his gaze drop to her black lace panties and smooth, muscled thighs. “ Omorphoula. ”
    Kylie hesitantly trailed her hands down his chest. “What did you just say?” She sighed.
    He captured her hand, brought it to his mouth, and then kissed each finger before placing a kiss on her palm. “I called you beautiful.”
    Her whole body turned a shade of pink, and a shy smile crept onto her face.
    He leaned down and whispered against her lips. “You are stunning, and I can’t wait to know every part of your perfect body.”
    His lips trailed down her body, licking and tasting every part of her. Kylie pulled at his shirt, and he paused a moment to look at her breasts before he yanked the shirt off. She used this time to undo his pants and slide them down. He kicked his shoes and pants off.
    Markus watched as her eyes widened. She looked down and backed up on the bed. “That won’t fit.”
    Markus sat on the bed, gently pulled her back to him, and glided her panties down and off, capturing her mouth and building the fire, which had been in her eyes before she saw his cock.
    “We’ll fit, omorphoula . You were made for me. You are going to be mine forever.” Not giving her time to respond, he covered her mouth again and moved her so she straddled him in his sitting position. “Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me. I always want you to feel free to touch me.”
    Her hands slowly moved up his back.
    He sucked gently on her neck, and then nipped at her ear. Then she went wild as he leaned down to suck a berry nipple into his mouth. Kylie held his head to her, arching