Melissa didn't think Marcus would try anything if they all slept together with their son in the same bed, so she didn't dwell on it.

She quietly snuggled up behind Marcus, wrapping her arms around his waist and murmured, “Are you staying here tonight?"

Marcus took her hand and guided it downward...

Melissa's cheeks flushed red like a ripe apple. She squirmed gently.

“We'll wake up Matthew."

Marcus pivoted, now face to face with Melissa. His nose almost touching hers, their breaths mingled. His masculine scent enveloped her, sending shivers down her spine.

Locking eyes with her, Marcus murmured, "I want this. Melissa, don't you want it too?"

Melissa was torn.

In hushed tones, Marcus confessed, "Seeing you like this makes me want to share a bed every night."

Melissa couldn't handle those words but she sensed his desire. With their relationship blossoming lately, and her being a sensible person, she wanted to fulfill his wishes. So she tenderly wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "Let's go to your room."

Marcus’ gaze was intense.

He leaned in, pressing his warm face against hers, enveloping her in his heat.

Melissa trembled involuntarily, her voice almost a whimper, "Marcus..."

His lips grazed her neck gently.

He smiled softly.

As Marcus carried Melissa into the adjacent bedroom, her robe was nearly slipping off. He pinned her to the bed and gave in to his desires.

In those moments, her eyes were fixed on him, clear and focused.

"Does that feel good?"

Marcus bit his lip, his face flushed, exuding a magnetic allure.

Melissa couldn't help but be aroused just by looking at him.