Rory’s POV
I’m so damn wound up, Marcus’ last word keeps bouncing around my head, dessert, just the way he said it oozed of s*x, and I’ve been shifting in my seat ever since.
Margot left ten minutes later, and I served us both some of the pasta and sauce, along with some garlic bread I’d placed in the oven. Despite his words, Marcus has been a perfect gentleman, complimenting my food and asking about my day like he didn’t just coil me like a spring just minutes ago.
I don’t know how he does it, turns from the dirty talking s*x God to this laid back, easy man in front of me. Does he even know how wet my panties are right now? Is he not affected at all by what he said?
A thumb appears in front of me, swiping over my bottom lip as I jerk my gaze up to find the enforcer staring at me, his
