His fingers dug into my ass, flexing, drawing me harder against him, and I knew there would be bruises in the morning, but it didn’t matter.
I began fumbling with the button and zipper of my jeans. Mark put his hand over mine.
“You’re not going to tell me ‘not now’, are you?” I growled.
“No, but as much as I want you, not on the table. There’d go your nice dinner, all over the floor. I’ve got a better idea.”
And the next thing I knew, the world had gone topsy-turvy as he got me in a fireman’s lift and carried me across the room draped over his shoulder.
I was laughing and almost giddy by the time he tossed me onto the bed.
* * * *
“I think you may have ordered too much,” Mark said afterward as he unpacked the rest of the food from his bag. He was barefoot, his jeans were zipped but
