Marcus suddenly pulled me up by my hands and before I could even process what was happening, he hoisted me over his shoulder like some kind of determined caveman.
“Marcus!” I gasped, breathless, half laughing, half shocked.
He didn’t say a word. Just made swift, deliberate strides toward the bed, his hold firm around the back of my thighs. I could feel the rumble of his low chuckle against my stomach as I dangled over him.
And then, thud—he tossed me onto the bed, unceremoniously, like I was a reward he’d just claimed. I bounced lightly against the mattress, still catching my breath, wide-eyed and flushed.
Before I could recover or say something sarcastic, he climbed over me with a wicked glint in his eye.
“Don’t act like you didn’t love every second of that,” he murmured, his voice
