(Marcus’s POV)
The entire day had been pure f*****g torture.
Bianca was in full “newly in love teenager” mode, and it was driving me out of my goddamn mind. From the moment she woke up, she was all over me, kissing my neck while I tried to make coffee, pressing her full, soft breasts against my back, sliding her hands down my chest and abs like she couldn’t get enough of my body. During breakfast, she sat on my lap the entire time, feeding me bites of fruit and giggling at nothing, her ass grinding subtly but deliberately against my c**k every time she shifted. She barely let me out of her sight for more than a few minutes. Every single time I reached for my phone, she’d lean over with that sweet but possessive smile and ask, “Who are you texting, babe?” or “Is everything okay? You seem
