I cupped a bit of the water in my hands and let it run down over my chest, intentionally dribbling it between my breasts. "Is that so? Well, maybe I could use you in the bath with me then."
"I could never refuse a request from you, my love," Mark said, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushing them down. Did I say earlier I liked Mark's legs? Yeah, they looked even better with nothing on, especially that third leg that he could use to give me so much pleasure. "My eyes are up here, you know."
I laughed at the corny comeback and scooted over in the water. Mark slipped in, stretching out next to me. When we installed the bath, we made sure that the one side was sloped so that two people could recline easily next to each other. Stretching his long legs out, Mark lay back next to me, looking up at the ceiling before closing his eyes. "It was a good day today," he said, a gentle smile on his face. "I was happy."
"Considering you handstand walked across the entire floor, you should be," I replied, turning to study his face. While Mark's body was more than impressive, what always intrigues me about him is the way his face can change. When he was in public as Marcus Smiley, he wore this sort of mask, a cocky, somewhat affable look. It wasn't exactly unintelligent, but slightly open, a look that often put some of our investment targets off guard, miscalculating what they wanted to tell us. That, and the fact that I also wore tight suits with lots of cleavage to throw them off even more.
When he was in action as what I could best call the Snowman, Mark's face was set, cold and distant. It took me a while to recognize that it wasn't that Mark didn't feel anything during those times, but instead he was compartmentalizing himself, setting aside the immediate visceral emotional reactions for later. He was focused, and yes, a little bit scary.
But these were the times that I enjoyed most, looking at Mark as Mark, the man I loved. With me, and with a very select few other people he had let into his life, they got to see him as he really was.
It was the little things, like the fact that despite being a very high level athlete and financial genius, he still enjoyed eating Reese's Peanut Butter Puff cereal for breakfast or snacks, or that he had the world's cheesiest air guitar routine while jamming along to old Queen tracks. Those were the things that really were endearing about him, and what let me know just how amazing he was and how comfortable he felt around me.
"What are you looking at?" Mark said without opening his eyes. His ability to sense those things was another of his unique gifts.
"I was just thinking," I said, turning on my side and brushing a bit of hair off his forehead.
"About what?"
"How much I love you," I said, causing him to smile, "and something else."
"Hmmm? What's that?"
I took a deep breath, and said what was in my heart. "I want to have a baby with you."
Mark opened his eyes and looked over at me. "Seriously?"
"Seriously," I said. “I know we’ve talked about it before, and I know that our lives are full of danger, but I don't see that ending for a while. In the meantime, I can’t think of a better man to be with, nor someone who would make a better father than you. I know we got rid of my birth control a while back, but I was thinking maybe we could really try, you know, timing things and trying to get it right with my cycle."
Mark blinked, and peered into my soul with his piercing eyes. “Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice soft and contemplative. "After all the terrible things I've done?"
"You’re the only one I could think of doing this with, I know that for sure," I said, turning over to kiss him. In between the soft, warm kisses I continued. "You protect me, you have a good heart, and you're everything a woman could ever want."
Mark smiled at me. "You’ve made me into a better man, Sophie. But when?"
"You are a good man. And you're all mine," I said, claiming his mouth again in a kiss. "As for when, well, according to the websites, the next four days would be best.”
Running my hands over his body, I couldn't suppress the small giggle as the tip of Mark's cock rose to break the surface of the water. "Seems someone else wants a kiss too? He's certainly not shy tonight."
"Maybe," Mark replied, stroking his hands through my purple hair. "But I don't think the bath is the right place for it to happen, you know?"
"Why?" I said, reaching down and taking him in my hand. "We've never done it in here before."