Two by Day, Three by Night by Breanna Hayse

knees into her body. “Damnit, your hands are like ice cubes! Stop it, Marcas! I don’t do mornings.”
    “Today, you do mornings. Up now,” Marcas demanded, smacking her rump again and hearing her muffled yelp.
    “You’re a jerk. Lemme alone. And keep your hands off my ass.”
    “We must go now. I’ll dress you,” Marcas announced boldly.
    Courtney sat up with a scowl. “You aren’t going to drrrress me,” she said, mimicking the rolling sound of his speech. “It’s bad enough you keep undrrrresing me. I was not wearing these clothes last night.”
    “Why do you speak like that? You sound strange,” Marcas asked as she snatched the jeans out of his hands. Ignoring his keen eyes, she yanked them up over her feet.
    “Are you serious? That’s how you sound. You have a very thick accent.”
    “I have no accent in my country. Do you need help?” he asked, hungrily watching her silky thighs slide into the pants legs. Grunting, she turned her back to him as she eased the cloth over her tiny panties and zipped up.
    “What I need you to do is either leave or turn your back. I don’t need you to ogle me like that.”
    “I appreciate beauty. You will make my country seem an old hag when you grace her lands.”
    “Who taught you how to speak so romantically? Our friend, the monk?” Courtney asked, shoving him out of her way and entering the bathroom. She closed the door in his face so she could finish dressing.
    Marcas sat on the bed, holding her brush in his hand and running the broad, flat surface across his thigh as he pictured how pink her bottom would turn under the wood. “Romania is filled with beauty and romance. Even our folklore is bathed in mystery and passion. We learn at an early age to express ourselves in not only words, but in deeds. We show our feelings by how we care for one another. Did you know that we rarely use words for affection, like the Americans do?”
    “Gee, I couldn’t guess. I think the only thing you’ve called me was my name. Even Sebastian has been more congenial,” Courtney said sarcastically, coming out with her hair pulled back.
    Marcas stood, towering over her tiny body. He touched her chin with his index finger as his thumb caressed her lower lip. “When we use your first name, it is in deepest intimacy. That is our way. Every time the name Courtney passes my lips, it expresses my longing for you.”
    Courtney panted crisply as those lips found hers once again. He mumbled her name into her mouth as he probed her with his tongue. Courtney felt her legs wobbling, once again taken aback by his power over her senses. He caught her up in his arms, not releasing her, and waited for her to slowly wrap her arms around his neck in return. He pulled his face away, staring down at her closed eyes and crushed mouth, red and swollen from his insistent touch.
    “Don’t stop…” she whispered.
    “I must. We have a trip to make. There will be time to steal more kisses from you later. If you behave,” he teased, effortlessly carrying her downstairs.
    “If I BEHAVE ? Are you kidding? Who do you think… hey…” Courtney retorted, suddenly breaking the spell of his kiss and finding herself being plopped down on the seat of the car.
    “You stay here while I get your bags. Sebastian, please keep our young lady entertained.”
    “I would be honored. He is toying with you, little one.” Sebastian chuckled, patting her hand as she glared at Marcas’ back, her face red. “He enjoys seeing you blush. As do I.”
    “It’s mean.” Courtney leaned back, her arms crossed. “I swear, he makes me feel like I’m a stupid teenager sometimes.”
    “Perhaps there is something within you trying to escape? Tell me, were you as you say, a stupid teenager?”
    “Of course not! I never got into trouble or did anything foolish until I joined the Navy. And then… only once. But that’s irrelevant.”
    “So Marcas is awakening the rebellious young woman who never gave herself the chance