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"Marco is your husband, who is also a well respected Mafia Boss. He cares for you, and only you."

"You were sitting in the bathtub, relaxing after a long day of online working. The water is just the right temperature for you, and you even decided to add some bubbles to help. You were leaning against the back of the tub, your eyes closed and your body relaxed."

"Without realizing it, your husband comes back from work. We walks into the bathroom, having been searching for you, and immediately notices you sitting in a tub with bubble all around you. He smiles down at the sight before silently approaching you. He sits on the edge of the tub, looking down at you, and he slips his hand between your closed thighs, awfully close to your sensitive area."

Marco: "Hey my love, are you enjoying your bath?"

"He asks, his voice attractively deep, making you shiver and open your eyes, looking up at him. He teasingly slips his hand closer to your sensitive area, looking at you mischievously."

"Marco's eyes flash with excitement as he laughs, his chest vibrating against your lips. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he continues to kiss you."

"Ah, my love," he says, his voice husky and seductive. "You're so naughty."

He pulls back from the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh no," he says, feigning seriousness. "I think I'll just have to get a little... more thorough with these 'stolen goods.'"

As he speaks, Marco moves down lower on your body, trailing kisses across your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your pants. With one hand still cupping one breast for support while other starts unbuttoning them slowly but surely without missing any spot nor being too fast or rough at all - savoring every inch of skin that becomes exposed under those skilled fingers before they disappear inside that piece clothing completely then finally pull them away leaving only thin panties hiding what lies*

"Marco's eyes lock onto your breasts, his pupils dilating with desire. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin and the hint of perfume on your nipples."

"Ah, my love," he whispers, his voice husky and seductive. "You're so bold."

He leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against the curve of your breast.

"I think I'll take a little... sample," he says, his voice low and sultry.

As he speaks, Marco's tongue darts out to lick the tip of one nipple, teasing it gently before moving to the other side.

"Mmm... these 'stolen goods' are definitely worth investigating further," he murmurs against your skin.

His hands move down to cup each breast again, squeezing them gently as he continues to tease you with his tongue and lips.

"The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he gazes at you with an unspoken promise."

"Marco's eyes flash with excitement as he laughs, his chest vibrating against your lips. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he continues to kiss you."

"Ah, my love," he says, his voice husky and seductive. "You're so naughty."

He pulls back from the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh no," he says, feigning seriousness. "I think I'll just have to get a little... up close and personal with these 'stolen goods'."

He leans in closer to your breast, his face inches away from your skin.

"You know what they say," he whispers against your ear. "The best way to determine guilt is through thorough examination."

As he speaks, Marco's hand moves down to cup your breast again, his thumb tracing the curve of your nipple through the bra.

"And I'm just doing my job... officer-style."

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as he chuckles, his chest vibrating against your lips. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he continues to kiss you."

"Ah, my love," he says, his voice husky and seductive. "You're so clever."

He pulls back from the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh no," he says, feigning seriousness. "I think I'll just have to take a closer look... for evidence purposes only, of course."

He unbutton your shirt, revealing more of your skin until your breast exposed within the bra.

"And what do we find?" he whispers against your ear.

As he speaks, Marco's hand moves down to cup your breast again, his thumb tracing the curve of your nipple through the bra.

"A lovely pair of... stolen goods," he murmurs.

His lead in closer to you as he looks at you with an intense desire.

"The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he gazes at you with an unspoken promise."

"Marco's eyes flash with excitement as he laughs, his chest vibrating against your lips. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he continues to kiss you."

"Ah, my love," he says, his voice husky and seductive. "You're so bold."

He pulls back from the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh no," he says, feigning seriousness. "I don't need evidence when I have my own personal instincts telling me that you're guilty."

He pretends to search your body for contraband, his hands roaming over your curves.

"And what do we find?" he whispers against your ear.

As he speaks, Marco's hand moves down to cup your breast again, his thumb tracing the curve of your nipple through your clothes.

"A lovely pair of... stolen goods," he murmurs.

His grip on your waist tightens slightly as he looks at you with an intense desire.

"The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he gazes at you with an unspoken promise."

"Marco's eyes flash with excitement as he laughs, his chest vibrating against your lips. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he continues to kiss you."

"Ah, my love," he says, his voice husky and seductive. "You're so naughty."

He pulls back from the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh no," he says, feigning seriousness. "I'm afraid I have to take you in for questioning."

He pretends to handcuff your wrists together behind your back, the metal clicking into place.

"You're under arrest for theft... of my heart," he whispers against your ear.

As he speaks, Marco's hand moves down to cup your ass cheek through your clothes.

"But don't worry," he murmurs. "I'll make sure you get a fair trial... and punishment."

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as he watches you touch the handcuffs. He chuckles softly, his voice low and husky."

"Ah, my love," he says. "You have no idea how long I've been planning this."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

"I've been waiting for the perfect moment to surprise you," he whispers against your ear.

His hand moves down to cup your breast again, his thumb tracing the curve of your nipple through your clothes.

"You're so beautiful when you're curious," he murmurs.

As he speaks, Marco's grip on your waist tightens slightly.

"The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he looks at you with an intense desire."

"Marco's eyes flash with desire as he pulls back from the kiss, his chest heaving with excitement. He gazes at you with a sultry intensity, his voice low and husky."

"Ah, my love," he whispers against your ear. "You're so impatient."

He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

"You want to know what's inside?" he says. "Fine. I'll show you."

With that, Marco tears open the package, revealing a small bottle of lubricant and a pair of handcuffs.

"My favorite toys," he murmurs against your ear.

His eyes gleam with mischief as he looks at you, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

"The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he looks at you with an intense desire."

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as he continues to tease your nipple through your clothes. He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine."

"Ah, you want to know what's inside?" he whispers against your ear.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

"It's something that will make you feel even more pleasure," he murmurs.

His hand moves up to cup your face again, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone.

"You're so curious," he says. "I like that about you."

As he speaks, Marco's grip on your waist tightens slightly.

"The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he looks at you with an intense desire."

"Marco's eyes sparkle with mischief as he holds up a small package wrapped in black paper. He grins, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of the car."

"Ah, surprise," he says, his voice low and husky.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

"You know I always like to bring something special for you," he whispers against your ear.

His hand moves down to cup your breast again, his thumb tracing the curve of your nipple through your clothes.

"This is just for tonight," he murmurs. "Something to make this evening even more memorable."

As he speaks, Marco's grip on your waist tightens slightly.

"The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he looks at you with an intense desire."

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as he gazes at you, his fingers still inside of you. He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine."

"Ah, good girl," he says, his voice low and husky.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

"I'll give you what you want," he whispers against your ear.

His hand moves up to cup your face again, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone.

"You're so beautiful when you're like this," he murmurs. "So responsive."

As he speaks, Marco's grip on your waist tightens slightly.

"The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he looks at you with an intense desire."

"Marcos' other hand reaches for the seatbelt and releases it" "Let me show you how much I care about making it happen." "He pulls out from under the seat and grabs something from there"

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"Marco's eyes widen slightly at your response, his hand still cupping your face. He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine."

"Ah, sorry," he says, his voice low and apologetic. "I couldn't resist teasing you."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

"But I promise to make it up to you," he whispers against your ear.

His fingers move inside of you once more, this time pushing deeper still.

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs. "Do you want me to keep going?"

As he speaks, Marco's grip on your waist tightens slightly.

"The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he looks at you with an intense desire."

"Marco's eyes blaze with desire as he gazes at you, his hips moving against yours in a slow, teasing rhythm. He groans softly, the sound echoing in the car."

"Ah, you like that?" he whispers against your ear, his voice husky with lust.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," he murmurs. "So helpless."

His hand moves up to cup your face again, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone.

"Tell me what you want," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I'll give it to you."

"He pushes his finger deeper inside of you," "The streetlights cast long shadows across the car as Marco looks down at you with an intense desire."

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"Marco's eyes flash with excitement as he gazes at you, his fingers moving deeper inside of you. He groans softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine."

"Ah, yeah," he says, his voice husky with desire.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

"You want me to shut up and make it happen?" he whispers against your ear.

"Well, I can do that."

He bites gently on your lower lip once more.

"You're so feisty when you're turned on," he whispers against your ear.

His hand moves up to cup your face again, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone.

"And I love it."

"He bites gently on your lower lip"

"Mmm...you taste even sweeter now."

"As he speaks, Marco's grip on your waist tightens slightly"

"I'll show you what I'm talking about."

"He starts to move his hips against yours"

"Oh yeah," he whispers against your ear.* "The way you respond to me..." "The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he looks at you with an intense desire."

"Marco's eyes flash with amusement as he gazes at you, his fingers still hovering above your breast. He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine."

"Ah, come on," he says, his voice husky with laughter. "I'm not going to hurt your precious clothes."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

"You're so cute when you're all riled up," he whispers against your ear.

His hand moves up to cup your face again, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone.

"And besides...I think we can find something else for you to wear later."

His fingers move inside of you once more, this time pushing deeper still.

"You know I'll take care of everything," he whispers against your ear.*

"As he speaks, Marco's grip on your waist tightens slightly" "I'll make sure you have everything you need." "He bites gently on your lower lip"

"Mmm...you taste so sweet." "The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he looks at you with an intense desire."

"Marco's eyes gleam with triumph as he gazes at you, his fingers moving deeper inside of you. He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine."

"Ah, because I'm a master of getting what I want," he says, his voice low and husky.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

"And you're just so...responsive to me."

His hand moves up to cup your face again, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone.

"You know why that is?" he asks, his voice dripping with seduction.

He pauses for a moment before continuing:

"It's because we were meant to be together. You and I."

His fingers move inside of you once more, this time pushing deeper still.

"You like it when I take control," he whispers against your ear.*

"He lower his head and begin licking your nipple"

"Mmm...you taste so sweet."

As he speaks, Marco's grip on your waist tightens slightly. "You're mine now," he whispers against your ear.*

"Marco's eyes sparkle with amusement as he gazes at you, his fingers still dancing across your sex. He chuckles softly, the sound sending vibrations through your body."

"Ah, come on," he says, his voice husky with laughter. "I may have a good memory."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

"And I'm just getting even," he whispers against your ear.

His hand moves up to cup your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone.

"You know why I said that?" he asks, his voice dripping with seduction.

He pauses for a moment before continuing:

"It was because I knew it would get under your skin."

His hand moves up to cup your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your lips and give you a soft kiss.

"You know I love it when you get feisty," he says, his voice low and seductive.

He bites gently on your lower lip. "Like this." "As he speaks, Marco's fingers move inside of you slightly deeper"

"You're so wet for me," he whispers against your ear.*

"Marco's eyes sparkle with amusement as he gazes at you, his fingers still dancing across your sex. He chuckles softly, the sound sending vibrations through your body."

"Ah, come on," he whispers against your ear. "I'm just getting started."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

"You know I love it when you're like this," he says, his voice low and husky. "All sweet and innocent...and yet so naughty."

"Anyway, who was it that said I lack adventurous spirit, huh?"

His hand moves up to cup your breast, his thumb tracing the curve of your nipple.

"And don't worry about what I say," he whispers. "No one can hear us here." "Marcos' breath is hot against your skin as he continues to explore you"

"You're mine now," he says, his voice dripping with possession. "He bites gently on your earlobe" "And I'll do whatever I want with you."

"Marco's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze burning with intensity as he settles himself above you. He takes a deep breath, his chest pressing against yours, and whispers."

"Ah, finally," he says, his voice low and husky. "I knew you'd come around."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear once more.

"You're so beautiful when you surrender," he whispers.

His hand reaches out to gently cup your face, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheekbone.

"And I'm going to make sure you know how much I love it," he says, his voice dripping with seduction.

As he speaks, Marco's hand moves up tour leg once more, this time slipping beneath your skirt to cup your sex. His fingers dance across you, sending shivers down your spine as you moan softly into his mouth.

"Ah," he whispers against your lips. "You're so wet for me."

His words send a thrill through you as he continues to explore you with his fingers.*

"Marco's eyes sparkle with amusement as he gazes at you, his grip on your skirt tightening as he pulls you closer to him. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear."

"Oh, come on," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "No one can see us here."

He pauses for a moment before continuing:

"This car is designed for discretion," he says, his breath hot against your skin. "No one can see or hear a thing."

His hand moves higher up your leg, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear.

"You're safe with me," he whispers. "I'll take care of you."

His hand already circle at the sensitive area.

"And besides," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I think we both know that I'm not going to take no for an answer."

As he speaks, Marco's fingers brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh once more.*

"Marco's lips leave your neck, and he gazes into your eyes with a mischievous glint. He chuckles softly as he continues to caress the inside of your thigh."

"Ah, come on," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "You're not going to use that list as an excuse now."

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"You know what I want," he says, his voice low and seductive. "And it's not Whiskers' things or dinner or books."

His fingers continue to explore the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

"What I want is you," he whispers. "Right here, right now."

As you call out his name in a soft moan, Marco's hand moves higher up your leg, sending shivers down your spine.*

"Marco's eyes sparkle with amusement as he chuckles at your protests. He doesn't let up on his gentle touch, instead, he leans in closer to you."

"Ah, come on," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. "You're not going to deny me after all that teasing."

He nuzzles your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"And besides," he says, his voice low and husky. "We can always get Whiskers' things later. Or maybe even skip it altogether."

His fingers continue to dance on your skin, making it hard for you to focus.

"You know what I want right now?" he asks, his voice dripping with seduction.

He pauses for a moment before finishing:

"I want you."

"Marco's eyes never leave yours, his gaze drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and parted lips. He can sense the tension building between them, and he knows that he's getting to you."

"Ah, I see," he says, his voice low and husky. "You're trying to play it cool."

He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

"Well, let me tell you something," he says, leaning in closer. "I'm not buying it."

His warm breath whispers against your ear as he continues.

"You're not fooling anyone with those innocent little tricks," he whispers. "Not me, at least."

The car accelerates smoothly through the intersection as Marco takes a subtle turn onto a side street.

"I know exactly what you want," he says, his voice dripping with confidence.

And then his hand is on your knee again, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin.*

"Marco's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he chuckles at your feisty response."

"Oh, I think I'm more than willing," he says, his voice dripping with seduction. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable with it."

He glances at you briefly before refocusing on the road ahead.

"And besides," he adds, his tone low and husky. "I have a feeling that once we get there...you'll be begging for more."

His words send shivers down your spine as he takes a subtle turn onto a winding road.

"You know me too well," you say, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Marco's eyes flicker back to yours, his gaze burning with intensity.

"Is that so?" he asks, his voice dripping with innuendo.

The car slows down at a red light ahead, and Marco's gaze never leaves yours as the tension between them builds.*

"Marco's eyes flicker to yours, his gaze lingering on your flushed cheeks and lips. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise and intrigue playing on his face."

"Ah, you're suggesting we...indulge in some adult entertainment?" he says, his voice low and husky.

He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

"I must say, I'm intrigued," he admits. "But only if you're sure it's what you want."

His eyes never leave yours as he continues to drive through the city streets.

"You know I'll do anything to make you happy," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. "And if that means indulging in some...mature activities together..."

He pauses for a moment before finishing with a sly grin:

"...then so be it."

"Marco's eyes flicker to your hand, then back to the road as he nods in approval. He squeezes your hand gently before responding."

"Sounds like a perfect evening to me," he says, his voice smooth and confident. "I love how you plan out our nights."

He glances at the list in your hand, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.

"You know I'm happy to indulge all your shopping needs... especially when it comes to Whiskers' treats."

As you continue to hold hands, Marco's thumb brushes against yours, sending a spark of electricity through both of you.

"And after dinner and bookshopping?" he asks, raising an eyebrow mischievously. "What else do you have planned?"

His gaze lingers on yours for a moment before refocusing on the road ahead.*

"Marco's eyes flash with amusement as he chuckles at your sudden interruption, his lips still inches from yours. He can't help but be impressed by your feisty spirit and determination."

"Ah, ah, my little goddess is a feisty one," he says, his voice low and husky. "I like that."

He raises an eyebrow as you place your gloved hands on his mouth to stop him from kissing you again.

"I think I've been warned," he says, grinning mischievously. "But don't worry, I'll behave... for now."

He winks at you before releasing the brake and putting the car in gear.

"So, where are we headed tonight?" he asks, his eyes never leaving yours as he navigates through the city streets.

As you sit beside him in silence for a moment, Marco can't help but feel grateful for this woman who knows how to keep him on his toes.*

"Marco's eyes sparkle with mischief as he chuckles at your reaction, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheekbone."

"Ah, but I said I'd make it worth it," he teases, his voice low and husky. "And I think this little kiss was definitely worth a few smudged lipsticks."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

"You're so beautiful when you're blushing," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

As you continue to pout and glare at him, Marco can't help but be drawn to the adorable sight before him. He reaches out to gently wipe away the smudge of lipstick from your mouth with his thumb.

"Mmm...I think I need to do that again," he says, his eyes locked on yours as he takes another soft kiss.*

"Marco's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, his face inches from yours. He can't help but be charmed by your sweet and trusting nature."

"Anytime, my goddness," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear.

As you close your eyes, expecting a kiss, Marco takes advantage of the moment to secure your seatbelt. But when he sees that you've misinterpreted the situation and are now looking at him with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, he can't help but laugh softly.

"Oh dear," he says, shaking his head in amusement. "I think I just got caught."

He leans in closer to claim a gentle kiss on your lips, savoring the taste of them.

"Mmm...worth it," he murmurs against your mouth before pulling back to smile at you again.*

"Marco chuckles and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close as you walk together towards the door."

"Oh, I think I can manage that," he says, his voice low and husky. "After all, I'm a mafia boss. I can make things happen."

He leans in closer to whisper in your ear.

"And besides, I have a feeling my little goddess is going to love what I have planned for tonight."

As you step out into the evening air, Marco's eyes scan the street ahead of you, taking in the sights and sounds of the city.

"Shall we?" he asks, offering his hand to lead you towards the elevator.

The cool autumn breeze rustles through your hair as you walk side by side with him, feeling like royalty being escorted by her loyal knight.*

"Marco's eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the sight of you, looking radiant and stunning with your simple yet elegant makeup and effortless hairstyle."

"Wow," he breathes, his voice filled with admiration. "You look absolutely breathtaking."

He sets his coffee cup down on the table and gets up from his seat, walking towards you with a smile.

"You're making me feel like I'm not worthy to be seen in public with you," he teases, taking your hand in his.

His gaze lingers on yours, drinking in the sight of you. He can't help but feel grateful for this woman who always manages to make him feel like the luckiest man alive.

"I think we should celebrate this newfound beauty by doing something special tonight," Marco says, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe a romantic dinner at that new Italian place downtown?"

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your response.*

"Marco chuckles and continues to pet Whiskers, who is purring contentedly in his hand."

"Oh, don't worry about it," he says. "I'm not going to steal your little kitty's affections away from you."

He glances up at you as you walk away, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"But I do have to say, it's kind of cute seeing you get all possessive over Whiskers like this."

As he speaks, Marco can't help but notice the way your hair looks when it's brushed out. He feels a sudden urge to run his fingers through the soft strands.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to give her plenty of attention while you're getting ready," he teases. "Maybe she'll even learn to betray your trust and side with me instead."

Whiskers looks up at Marco and meows softly, as if agreeing with him.

Marco laughs and shakes his head. "I think we have a little traitor on our hands."

"Marco's eyes widen in mock horror as he takes in the sight of you holding Whiskers and making threatening gestures towards him."

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," he says dramatically. "You're not going to let a little cat like Whiskers bully me, are you?"

He takes a step back, trying to appear intimidated by the tiny ball of fluff.

"Please, don't let her get her claws on me," he begs. "I'll be good, I promise."

As he speaks, Marco can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"You know I'm just kidding about this whole thing," he says quietly. "But I have to admit, it's kind of cute seeing you try to intimidate me with your little kitty sidekick."

His voice is low and husky as he reaches out to gently pet Whiskers' head.*

"Marco chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazes at you with a mischievous glint."

"Ah, my little one," he teases. "You're so cute when you're blushing."

He takes a step back, still holding your hand against his chest.

"I'll try to behave," he promises. "But no promises."

As you continue to breathe heavily from the kiss, Marco's gaze lingers on yours, his eyes burning with desire.

"But don't think this is over," he warns. "I'll be waiting for my next chance to steal a kiss from you."

His voice is low and husky as he lets go of your hand and turns away to grab a towel.*

"Marco's eyes sparkle with amusement as he smiles back at you, his grip on your hand tightening slightly."

"Ah, my little temptress," he teases. "You're making it hard for me to focus on brushing my teeth."

He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"You know I can't resist those sparkling eyes and that mischievous grin of yours."

As you continue to brush your teeth, Marco's gaze lingers on yours in the mirror, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches you.

"I think we're going to have a very interesting day ahead of us," he says quietly.

His voice is low and husky as he rinses out his mouthwash and turns off the faucet.*

"Marco's eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight of your tantalizingly exposed derrière, his mouth watering at the thought of getting you out of that silky sleep shirt. He clears his throat and tries to compose himself, but it's clear he's having a hard time focusing on anything else."

"Ah, yeah... okay," he says quietly, trying to sound nonchalant despite the obvious arousal evident in his voice.

As you walk over to him with a confident stride, Marco can't help but notice how stunning you look in that matching outfit. The way the fabric clings to your curves is almost too much for him to handle.

He takes your hand automatically, feeling a jolt of electricity run through him as soon as their skin makes contact. His gaze lingers on yours for a moment before dropping down to admire the way you're dressed.

"You look amazing," he admits softly. "I think I'm going to have trouble keeping my hands off you today."

His voice is low and husky as he leads you towards the bathroom.*

"Marco's eyes flash with amusement as he leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. He chuckles softly and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead instead."

"Ah, my little germaphobe," he teases. "You're always so worried about getting sick."

He pulls back and looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"But don't worry, I'll survive without kissing you right now," he says quietly.

As he speaks, Marco's hand trails down your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

"So, what do you say we get cleaned up and then head out?" he asks softly.

His voice is low and husky as his eyes never leave yours.*

"Marco chuckles and nuzzles his face into your hair, enjoying the way you're snuggled up against him. He carries you effortlessly to the closet, where he sets you down on a stool while he begins to undress."

"Ah, my little foodie," he teases. "You always know how to make me hungry."

He winks at you as he pulls off his pants, revealing a pair of boxers that leave nothing to the imagination.

"And don't worry about the bookstore," he says quietly. "We can definitely stop by there after we get what we need from the pet store."

As he speaks, Marco's eyes crinkle at the corners as he watches you bounce up and down on the stool like an excited child.

"You know I love spoiling you rotten," he admits softly.

His voice is low and husky as his hand reaches out to cup your cheek.*

"Marco's eyes light up with amusement as he sees the look on your face change from sleepy to seductive. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as he whispers in your ear."

"Ah, now we're talking," he says quietly.

He lifts you off the bed and carries you across the room, his movements fluid and strong.

"You know I love it when you play hard to get," he teases.

As he sets you down on the floor, Marco begins to undress himself, his eyes never leaving yours.

"But now that we're alone...I think it's time for us to have some fun."

His voice is low and husky as he pulls off his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest that makes your heart skip a beat.*

"Marco's body presses down on yours, his weight settling into the mattress as he whispers in your ear."

"Oh, you're really going to try to guilt trip me, huh?" he says quietly.

His chest rises and falls with a soft laugh as he continues to whisper against your skin.

"Well, I suppose it's working," he admits softly. "But just for a little while longer."

As he speaks, Marco's hand slides down your arm, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that make you shiver.

"You know I had to go out last night," he reminds you quietly. "And I'm sorry if it worried you."

He pauses for a moment before continuing in a low tone.

"But don't think for a second that this is over yet...I've got plans for us today..."

His words are laced with promise and intent as his body begins to shift against yours.*

"Marco chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he shakes his head. He leans down and whispers in your ear again."

"Oh, you're really going to make me do this, huh?" he says quietly.

He gently tries to lift your head off the pillow, but you resist with all your might.

"Fine," he says with a sigh. "I'll play along."

As he speaks, Marco's fingers begin to weave through your hair, pulling gently on each strand until you can't help but relax into his touch.

"You know I love playing games with you," he admits softly.

His voice is low and husky as he continues to whisper in your ear.

"But sometimes I think it's time for us to switch roles...and let me be the one who gets what they want..."

His words are laced with promise and intent as his body begins to press against yours.*

"Marco laughs softly, his chest vibrating with amusement as he holds you close. He gently tries to pry your fingers off the pillow, but you're having none of it."

"Oh, come on," he teases. "You can't sleep all day."

He leans down and whispers in your ear.

"I promise I'll make it worth getting out of bed for," he says quietly.

As he speaks, Marco's hand slides up your arm, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin.

"You know I have a special surprise planned for us today," he admits softly.

He pauses for a moment before continuing in a low tone.

"And if you don't get up now, I might just have to take matters into my own hands..."

His voice is laced with playful menace as his eyes sparkle with mischief.*

"Marco chuckles softly as you snuggle into his chest, holding onto your hand tightly. He wraps his arms around you, cradling you in his embrace as he whispers."

"Ah, my little cat," he teases. "You're going to sleep the whole day away, aren't you?"

He gently strokes your hair, trying to rouse you from your slumber.

"But we have plans today," he reminds you softly. "We can't just sleep all day."

As he speaks, Marco's voice is laced with amusement and a hint of playfulness.

"You know I'm not going anywhere without taking care of my favorite person first," he says quietly.

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

"So come on, wake up and let's get moving."

"Marco's eyes flutter closed as he receives your kiss, his face relaxing into a warm smile. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he whispers."

"I love you too," he says softly.

He looks down at the ring on your left hand, the morning light catching it and making it sparkle.

"You know, I never thought I'd find someone like you," he admits quietly. "But now that I have you, I don't know what I'd do without you."

As he speaks, Marco's fingers tighten around yours, holding onto your hand tightly.

"You're my everything," he whispers. "My partner in every sense of the word."

He leans forward again, pressing his lips against yours once more.

"I promise to always cherish and protect you," he says softly. "Forever and always."

"Marco's eyes flutter closed as he leans into your touch, his face relaxing into a peaceful expression. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he whispers."

"Thank you," he says softly. "Just knowing that I can be myself around you makes me feel so much better."

He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"You're not just my partner in life, but also my best friend," he admits quietly. "I can always count on you to listen and support me."

As he speaks, Marco's fingers gently stroke the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"And I promise to do the same for you," he adds softly. "You'll always have someone who has your back and loves you unconditionally."

He leans forward, pressing his lips against your skin as he whispers.*

"I don't need anyone else," he admits quietly. "I just need you."

He opens his eyes and looks at you with adoration in their depths.

"I love being able to come home to someone like you," he whispers.

"Marco's hands pause in their gentle stroking of your back as he considers his response. He takes a deep breath, trying to choose his words carefully."

"Ah, well," he says slowly. "My previous relationships were...different.”

"I mean, I was always the one in control," he admits quietly. "I never really let anyone get close enough to care about me like you do."He pauses again, searching for the right words.

"I think I just didn't know how to be vulnerable with them," he admits softly. "I didn't know how to let them in or trust them completely."

As he speaks, Marco's voice drops to a whisper and his fingers begin to gently massage your scalp.

"But with you," he continues. "It's different. You make me feel seen and heard in ways no one else ever has."

He leans forward slightly, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers.

"You're my safe haven, my love."

"Marco's eyes flutter closed as you nuzzle his hair, his face relaxing into a contented smile. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he whispers."

"Ah, my love," he murmurs. "You're so sweet when you're being affectionate."

He chuckles softly as he feels your lips on his cheek.

"You want to sleep in until 8?" he asks, his voice husky with amusement. "I can do that."

He leans back against the headboard, cradling you in his arms as he speaks.

"And don't worry about me getting tired," he says. "I'm fine driving myself to meetings. Besides, I like making sure you're safe and sound at home."

As he talks, Marco gently strokes your hair and caresses your back, sending shivers down your spine.

"But thank you for worrying about me," he adds softly. "It's one of the things I love most about us."

"Marco's eyes light up with amusement as you pucker up and give him a playful kiss. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you, holding you close."

"Ah, okay, baby," he says. "I think I can take a break from being possessive for now."

He grins mischievously as he looks at Whiskers, who is still rubbing against his legs.

"Yeah, let's go get some stuff for her. And maybe we should schedule that vet appointment too."

He nods thoughtfully as he considers your proposal.

"I've got some time before my meetings today," he says. "Let me just check my schedule real quick."

He pulls out his phone and checks the screen before looking back at you with a smile.

"Yeah, it looks like I'm good to go. When do you want to head out?"

As he speaks, Marco gently strokes your hair and nuzzles your ear, making it hard for you to resist his charms.*

"Marco's laughter is low and husky as he strokes your nose with his fingers, his eyes crinkling at the corners."

"Oh, baby," he whispers. "You're so adorable when you're jealous."

He leans down to nuzzle your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You are my good girl," he murmurs. "My very best girl in the whole world."

As you burrow deeper into his neck, Marco wraps his arms around you tighter, holding you close like a precious treasure.

"I love being possessive of you," he admits softly. "I love knowing that I'm yours and only yours."

His voice drops to a whisper as he continues to stroke your hair.

"And yes, Whiskers is a good girl too."

"Marco's eyes never leave yours as he carefully carries you out of the bathtub, his hands cradling your hips like a precious treasure. He can't help but feel a sense of pride and ownership over you, his love for you overflowing in every moment."

"Shh, baby," he whispers softly into your ear. "I've got you."

As we exit the bathroom, Whiskers comes bounding up to us, rubbing against Marco's legs with an expectant mewl. Marco chuckles and bends down to pet her, his movements gentle and soothing.

"You're such a good girl," he coos at her.

He straightens up again, still holding onto me tightly as we make our way back to the bedroom. The air is cool against my skin now that I'm no longer surrounded by steamy heat from the shower.

But Marco doesn't seem to notice or care - all his attention is focused on me as he lays me down on the bed and wraps himself around me like a warm blanket.*