His Embrace

Short Notice (Marlon x Ashley T) part 2

"Hey....you're back for more, eh?" He smiled sinfully, licking his plump lips as he hypnotized her with his stare.

Ashley T absentmindedly followed the direction of the tip of his tongue with her dilated eyes. She mentally cursed her *insert F word here* hormones, wanting to play hard to get. She liked the way he got frustrated when she pretended not to care for him.

Her other best friend, Em, promptly advised her to let him come to HER. That it was always hotter to play with your food before taking a 'bite'.

- Flashback -

"Don't act too eager, babes. Make him sweat a little," Em stated as she was sat behind her best friend on her soft bed, braiding her hair for the 914th time that night.

"I don't know, Em. He's like really hawt. How am I supposed to contain myself when he's literally gorgeous sex on legs?" Ashley T asked desperately, tilting her head downward only to be smacked unceremoniously by Em.

"Hold still, you dork!" She scolded, pulling Ashley's head back up. "You need to get ahold of yourself, woman. I get it...Marlon Dean's hot abs are rock solid, his enormous hands look like they were sculpted by heavenly goddesses, and his meat-"

"Em! Don't you dare finish that sentence! I will literally talk trash about Dylan from third period!" Ashley warned, glaring at her friend through the reflection of the mirror in front of the bed.

"No......you wouldENT!" Em gasped, her eyes growing wide. Dylan Lenivy was Em's crush where they went to school. He was older by a year and knew a lot about bears. All three of them shared third period together, human anatomy to be exact. ;)

"Try me. I won't hesitate..." Ashley T growled, her glare intensifying.

- Present time -

"I- Uh, well, yes?" Ashley T mumbled nervously, cringing at how quickly he made her fold. She immediately collected herself, wanting to put her friend's advice to use and give Marlon sexy Dean a run for his money. "Actually, I just came back to tell you....that I'm switching to another doctor. I want someone who can heal me in all the right places, if you know what I mean?"

"Is that right?" Marlon leaned forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes, now on his knees as he pulled Ashley T's chair closer to him, making the girl jump from her seat.

"Why didn't you complain about this last week when you 'visited' me in my office? Hmm?" He asked, his mouth brushing up against her earlobe.

Ashley T was shook by the sensual brush of contact, her insides shivering violently. "S-Shut up!"

"No, you!" Marlon laughed before standing to his feet. "Follow me to my office, shorty."

"I'm NOT short..." She corrected, standing to her feet and grabbing her backpack from the spotless, tiled floor.

"Mmm, you're so flippin' cute when you're angry with me, Ashley Tessa," Marlon Dean teases, leading the girl into his office and closing the door behind them.

Ashley T bite back a smile, struggling to hop onto the hospital bed by his desk. She sighed in embarrassment and cursed the bed for being too darn high. And she wasn't talking about drugs. Haha, get it? No. WELL, YO-

Marlon grinned with his arms crossed over his smooth, naked chest, picking Ashley up from underneath her armpits with ease and placing her onto the bed, leaving her legs dangling.

"Short," He teases once again, booping her nose before placing himself in between her legs.

"Dead," She mutters warningly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction to his quip on her height.

Marlon laughs yet again, moving his large, veiny hands along her light, blue colored jeans. "You wouldn't kill me. You'd miss me too much, Ashley T..." He whispered, leaning forward with a second thought.

Ashley T's mouth parts involuntarily before she could stop it, her lust for Marlon Dean spilling over once again as she felt his fresh breath tickle her nose.

They both lean in closer seductively, getting closer and closer until....

Will be continued.....HAHAHAHA! Tricked yah! *Hot possum laugh intensifies*