I sat in Marley's living room being interrogated by Micah while she got ready for our date. He was sitting on her coffee table in front of the sofa I was seated on, throwing question after question at me as if he was Marley's dad or something.

"So, what time do you plan on having her home?" MJ asked with his arms crossed.

"Whatever time she decides to come home," I smirked causing him to eye me.

"Don't play with me Eli," he kept his tone even, causing me to laugh at him a little.

"Yo get out of my face man. I should have put your little ass on the clock tonight because I knew you wasn't going to act right."

We both laughed and I shook my head.

"Nah man but for real, I'm low key hype about you and my aunt kicking it or whatever," he admitted.

"I don't know why? You're not getting a raise or nothing crazy like that." I chuckled.

"Man, I'm practically your nephew now; don't I get some extra vacation hours or something? Some extra benefits? Something?" he asked with his arms up.

I just shook my head "no" and continued to laugh at him.

"Whatever man, I got places to be anyway. See you later Unc."

"You better be raising your behind off of my coffee table. The hell is wrong with you, Micah?" Marley stood beside the sofa with her arms crossed and her eyebrow raised. She was looking right in that little dress she had on. She wasn't doing too much but she was definitely doing enough for me.

Micah stood up and rushed over to her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"I don't know what I was thinking Aunty, my bad. I love you girl." He chuckled while placing kisses all over her cheeks.

"Mhmm whatever, I don't know what you have planned for tonight but don't forget your curfew," she told him.

"I bet I get home before you do," he said while eyeing me for a second.

"Oh, you better be, I don't have a damn curfew. And I want you to Facetime me as soon as you get in Micah, I'm not playing with you," she warned.

"Aight, aight, I got you Aunt. Now get out of here, go have some fun."

"She will," I teased him while standing up and grabbing Marley's hand.

"You childish Unc...real childish." Micah took a seat on the couch while shaking his head at me.

"Goodbye MJ, lock the door." Marley laughed as I led her out of the door.

I held her hand as we made our way to my ride. She glanced up at me when I opened the door for her and I could have sworn she looked nervous for a second. I'll admit I was a little nervous but I was more afraid about making a fool out of myself tonight and busting my ass or something. I didn't know what was up with her. It was me; we'd been out together before as friends. The only difference is this was a date.

When I got into the car, she looked over at me and smirked.

"What's up with you Marley?" I chuckled.

"You look nice tonight." She smirked while putting her seatbelt on.

"You do too, got the legs all out and shit." I licked my lips and sent a light slap to her exposed thigh. "I didn't know you were this thick." I rubbed the spot I hit and looked over at her. I knew I was lusting, shit I was ready to take her down right here in my truck. But the look Marley was giving me had me a little shook.

I guess she caught on to the fact that she was looking at me like she wanted to take all kinds of advantage of me because she broke eye contact before grabbing the hand that I used to squeeze her thigh with and held it. I smirked to myself and pulled out of her driveway.

"So, you gonna tell me where we're going?" she finally spoke up after a little while of driving.

"Nah, I mean we'll be there soon, so it really ain't no reason for me to ruin the surprise now."

"You suck Elijah." She let go of my hand and put her attention out the window.

I just laughed at her and continued the drive. We rode in silence the remaining 10 minutes of the ride. She wasn't mad but I guess she felt like acting like she was upset would get me to tell her ass where we were going. When we pulled up to the dance studio, she looked over at me with a wide grin on her face.

"Oooohhh dance lessons, I'm excited." She smirked while taking her seatbelt off.

"Don't ruin this before it starts Marley." I laughed while getting out of the car.

I opened her door for her and led her inside while setting my alarm.

I went to the front desk and let the receptionist know what class we signed up for and she directed us to the right room. I looked over at the blush pink, body-hugging dress Marley wore and thanked my lucky stars. I mean watching her twist and turn tonight in that thing was going to be beautiful, not to mention I saw no fucking panty line at all. She was playing a dangerous game and she wasn't going to know just how dangerous it was until I had her bent up like a pretzel in my bed, beating her back out.

"Earth to Elijah," she sang while we stood in the back of the salsa class.

The instructor was going on and on about the art of dance but I was too busy admiring the art that was Marley to hear anything this woman was saying.

"My bad, what I miss?" I asked her while wrapping my arm around her shoulder. I wasn't even trying to hide the fact that my attention was all on her.

"Nothing slowness, just pay attention. I don't want you out there stepping on my feet and shit." She shook her head and laughed a little while putting her attention back on the instructor.

I finally peeled my eyes off of Marley long enough to put my attention on the instructor and her dance partner. They started off with a simple four-count that I was able to keep up with, thankfully because the last thing I wanted to do was embarrass myself or Marley.

"I'm glad I wore heels." She giggled lowly. "You're a freaking giant," she told me while continuing the dance steps.

"I know a dance we can do that'll make this little height difference nonexistent and you can keep the heels on." I bent down and whispered into her ear before pulling away. We were moving to an eight-count and after that, she was going to add music.

Marley eyed me the entire time our instructor spoke to us, causing me to laugh a little to myself because I knew she wanted me. I thought it would be funny to tease her a little; I mean we were grown as fuck and there was no use in pretending the sexual chemistry wasn't there. She was serious about not being alone with me for a while because since Monday she had Lola and Sean joining us for lunch. The other day she got slick and just came to the shop with lunch for everyone. So, we all sat in the break room and ate. As far as after work, she made sure Isabella was around or we were having movie night with the whole damn crew. Tonight would be the first night I had her to myself and I was going to have some fun with it.

The rest of the class got too complicated to talk to each other. We actually had to pay attention to the instructor and I had to make sure I didn't step on Marley's toes while trying to keep up with her ass. You would think that she was the one with Spanish blood running through her veins.

After the dance class, we headed to a restaurant not too far from my house where they had a nice selection of food for everyone, vegans included. Dinner was spent with the two of us flirting heavy and I was enjoying every bit of it.

"Elijah, would you think I was easy if I went home with you and we had sex tonight?" She was looking me dead in the eye, so I didn't want to make the wrong facial expression but to say she caught me off guard would be an understatement.

I had to remind myself how forward and to the point Marley was before I answered her because she was dead ass serious and the wrong answer could fuck up everything we had going. I knew, if nothing else, I had to be honest and not sugarcoat a damn thing because she'd pick up on it and quickly call bullshit. I smirked a little before grabbing her hand, making sure not to break eye contact with her.

"Marley, I respect you too much to judge you based on how long you make me wait or if you decided to not make me wait at all. I'd be lying my ass off if I said I didn't want to take you back to my house and devour you, fuck dinner, fuck all this. I'll take you down on this table if you let me but that wouldn't make me look at you any differently. You were a beautiful, strong-minded, independent young woman with everything going for her when I met you and I still feel that way about you. If anything, I see it as you going for what you want." I smirked before sitting back in my seat.

She laughed at me and shook her head a little before going back to her veggie tacos.

"Does that mean..."

"No, I'm not having sex with you tonight. It was just a question," she cut me off, "but thanks for answering me honestly."

I just nodded and went back to my food. I wasn't going to pressure her into caving because I knew she wanted it just as bad as I did. If anything she was waiting to see if we really would make it beyond this little dating stage before giving it up and I respected that. Although if you ask me the chemistry between us was strong as hell and it was definitely beyond sexual.

"Do you want more kids?" she asked after a few minutes of eating in silence.

"Hell yeah, Izzy definitely needs some siblings. How about you? You see yourself having kids? Becoming someone's wife and all that one day?"

She looked up at me and blushed a little before nodding her head. "Of course. Why do you think I'm in that damn four-bedroom house by myself?" She laughed a little. "It's not necessarily where I want to raise a family but it's a good starter home and that was part of the reason, I begged Micah for the house in the first place."

Marley was one of those women who had her wedding planned at 15, so I knew whatever I came at her with had to be genuine. She didn't need a man-boy walking around telling her what she wanted to hear only to let her down. I was here to let her know I would give her all she asked for and then some. If you asked me, she deserved the world. She gave herself to people freely and without expecting anything in return. She had a nurturing spirit and was everything I wanted in the future mother of my kids. Not to mention, Isabella needed a woman like Marley in her life and I knew that Marley would love Izzy as if she were her own.

"What about you? You see marriage in your future?" she asked while taking a sip of her long island iced tea.

"Not until recently," I answered her honestly while looking her over.

I watched her shift in her seat and take another sip of her drink before speaking again.

"You'd look good in a tux." She smirked up at me.

"Think so?" I raised my eyebrow and licked my lips.

"I do," she joked, causing both of us to laugh a little.

For the rest of the night, we got to know each other on a more personal level. She continued to ask questions about the future and I answered every last one of them honestly. I didn't know what it was about Marley but she easily made me forget about every woman I'd ever dealt with in the past. Sitting with her at that restaurant, I was so focused on her and what I wanted with her, no one else mattered. I knew that she'd be the one I married; I knew that she would be the perfect stepmother to Isabella and the best mother to our children. She'd wear her pregnancies with grace and class, she'd teach our kids how to love and treat other people with care. She'd be an attentive wife and I already knew I'd have to remind her to slow down because she would put everyone before herself.

Don't get me wrong, I knew all about Marley's bad side. I knew she could be mean as fuck when she was on her period, she was stubborn and I knew she had a habit of waiting too long to bring up important things that bothered her, along with a list of other things she did that made me tick. She was a perfectionist and an extreme neat freak at times. I mean one minute she'd be laying back eating potato chips with you, letting the crumbs fall freely and the next she'd be cleaning up around you as you ate, talking shit about you the entire time.

Marley could definitely annoy the hell out of me but all in all, I couldn't see myself with anyone besides Marley and that'd been my feeling for the last month or so. I just hoped nothing came between us before we even got a chance to build.

"You ready?" she asked while finishing up her third Long Island.

"Yeah, let me get you back home before Micah takes my damn head off," I joked, causing her to giggle a little.

"I'm not afraid of Micah but you're right; he might try and end you," she mentioned while standing up from the table.

"Did I tell you how much I like that dress?"

We were now on the highway headed back to Marley's house. She looked over at me and smiled giving me a slight nod.

"So many times, I lost count."

"It looks good on you, you wear it well," I continued to compliment her as my hand found its way to her thigh.

"Thanks." She sighed while moving around in her seat.

I continued to massage her thigh while taking my time down the highway. I was in no rush to get her home and it was obvious she felt the same way. My hand went higher and she shocked the hell out of me when she parted her thighs slightly. I glanced over at her and smirked, my tongue snaked across my bottom lip as she sent me a sly smile. She was trying to get fucked in this ride tonight. Then again, it wasn't too late to head back to my crib if it was what she wanted.

Before I could speak her phone started to ring, indicating she was receiving a Facetime call. I went to move my hand but she held it in place while using the other hand to answer the call.

"What up Aunt, I was just hitting you to let you know I was home." Micah chuckled.

"Prove it," Marley commanded with a giggle.

"Aight, this here is the living room," he began. "That there is the key dish." I heard what sounded like keys hitting glass. "This here is my room and I'm about to go get in the shower so I'ma hang up. Just be here once I get out," he told her, sounding as if he was her uncle.

"Boy, I'm about 10 exits away. I'll be home soon."

"Aight and tell Unc, I'll holla at him about this little date tomorrow when I get to work."

"Mind your business youngin," I said loud enough for him to hear me.

"Whatever, I'm about to go wash up. See you soon Aunt, love you."

"Love you too MJ." She giggled before ending the call.

Marley let go of my hand and I continued to massage her thigh, inching higher and higher by the second. The girl was showing out because once I reached the hem of her skirt, she hiked it up a little more and smirked while letting her head fall back on the headrest.

It was becoming harder and harder to focus on the road and Marley but I was determined to get her where she needed to be, in every way. I didn't even realize how far my hand had gotten until my finger brushed up against one of her very bare lower lips. My eyes grew wide and I couldn't help but look over at her for a second. Her head was still back and her lips were formed into a devious smirk. She thought she was slick but when I started playing with her stiff clitoris, it was her turn to be shocked.

I smiled to myself while keeping my eyes on the road. I used one hand to steer the truck and the other to drive Marley crazy. I moved my finger in a circular motion causing Marley to move in sync with me; the moans that escaped her lips had my shit trying to break free out of my pants. I licked my lips at the thought of how good this girl must taste. I knew all about the whole "vegans taste better" theory and she had me ready to lap her juices up and find out for myself.

After playing around her slit, bringing more of her juices out, I took my hand away causing Marley's eyes to shoot open. She shot a death glare in my direction. I didn't have to look at her to know that; I felt that shit. A smirk appeared on her face once I glanced over at her and licked her juices off of my finger; she was so fucking sweet. Not able to handle myself, I put my attention back on the road and went back to work on Marley, this time letting my finger slide inside of her. The way her walls clenched down on my finger you would have thought her ass was some kind of virgin or something. I slid my finger in and out of her slowly as she got into motion with me, her hips winding slowly in her seat. Thankfully, my seats were leather and all I'd have to do was wipe my seats down real good because if not I'd definitely need a seat cover or something before I let anyone else ride shotgun. I added another finger and that's when she got wild. I picked up speed and so did Marley. Hell, she even had her hand down there rubbing away at her clit while the other held on to the armrest for dear life.

"Fuck Elijah," she moaned; her walls tightening up around my fingers almost as if she was sucking them back inside.

"Like that shit?" I hissed while glancing over at her. Her eyes were glued to me and her bottom lip was tucked tightly between her teeth.

She responded with a nod and more moans.

I continued to go to work on her and she never took her eyes off of me. I could feel her juices spilling out of her and that shit had me going wild on the inside. It didn't take much longer for her to let go and come undone completely, all over my fingers and my leather seats. She held my hand in place as she came, shaking and moaning uncontrollably. I was about to bust just watching her.

She finally let my arm go and I slid my fingers out of her, bringing them up to my lips with no hesitation. After licking my fingers dry, I gave her a look of satisfaction before putting my attention back on the road.

"You taste good as fuck, Marley."

I was expecting to hear her laugh or say something smart in return but when she didn't say anything at all, I glanced over at her to make sure she was okay.

"What's up?" I asked her while looking away.

"I wanna thank you," her voice was low and kind of husky due to the amount of screaming she just did.

"Shit, you're welcome," I smirked.

I was caught completely off guard when I felt her hand at the top of my pants. It took her no time to open the belt and unzip me. She released me from my boxers with ease and it was at that moment when Marley took every inch of my throbbing manhood into her mouth with no hesitation, that I knew I to marry her ass.

Marley Pierre

Shit had a nice ring to it.