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He fucked her, sing every ue andwith her second orgashtened around hi loudly before co ecstasy

Better than any drug he’d ever had

She stayed there, her warainst his Her head rested on his chest, and she traced the tattoos over his abdoain He felt peaceful and euphoric, still on cloud nine from his sexual release and still in the coirl would

"Do you take a lot of girls home like this?" she suddenly asked hi "Is that your roundabout way of calling uess…I don’t usually do this Actually, I’ve never done it, and I know it’s none of my business, but I was just curious if I’irls to you"

"No, you’re not," he simply answered, and for once that was incredibly true

He didn’t want to expand, mostly because he never revisited his past lays What’s done is done, after all But women were different, he supposed Perhaps it wasn’t very easy for them to bury their sexual encounters the way a lot of men did They were sentimental creatures They didn’t want to know that they would be forgotten They wanted a place in a man’s soul the way the stars had a place in the skies

Kate didn’t press for ently and said, "So tell ainst his chest "What do you want to know?"

"What are your hobbies? What are you studying? What’s your life like?"

"I’m that artsy-fartsy person you roll your eyes at"

"I’m doubtful you have one pretentious bone in your body, babe"

She laughed lightly "Well, people think that hen I go on and on about art See, the probles, and I try to recreate that"

"Do you paint or draw?"

"A little I do a lot of sketches, mostly Just in a stupid notebook I carry around It’s not that big of a deal"

Marcus frowned at the way she brushed it off "I’ your work"

She tapped her fingers along his chest in thought and sighed "I was brought up to stay away from creative arts My father calls it a waste of tiry when I told hih school"

"He sounds like a dick"