HIS, Mark Sloan

023, 𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗹 (𝟴𝘅𝟬𝟱, 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆)

Mark walked into the nursery. He saw Cassie sitting on the floor with Rosie. She was learning to sit up so Cassie was playing with her. "Do you think she should be in bed?" He asked.

Cassie grinned. "Rosie Roo, tell daddy no," she said as she tickled her little girls chin. She looked to Mark. "I'm teaching her how to say yes. She needs to know that saying yes and no is okay."

Mark looked to her. "Cass, no one will ever hurt her."

"No. Not just that. Her friends. If they try and pressure her into anything, I want her to know that saying no is perfectly fine," Cassie told him.

Mark picked up Rosie who giggled at being held by her dad. She looked to Cassie. Cassie smiled as she saw Rosie yawning. "I think someone needs to be in bed. Tucked up safe and sound."

Mark nodded. He walked over to the crib and laid Rosie down. She started fussing a little but soon stopped when she had her bunny binky with her.

"I think that's what Ellie got her."

"It is."

Cassie smiled as she put the blanket over Rosie. She sighed. "She's perfect. I can't believe something so beautiful and perfect came from us," she said as she rested her head on Mark's chest.

"We made her doll. And she's ours. No one is taking her away from us," Mark told her. He kissed the top of her head as they watched their daughter dropping off to sleep. "Let's go. Don't want to wake her up."

Cassie left the nursery and walked into the kitchen. She groaned. "I need to tidy up. Having a baby who likes to eat mush is just... weird," she said.

Mark walked over to Cassie. He turned her to him, lifting her up by the back of her thighs when her arms wrapped around his neck and set her on the counter.

His lips found hers as she settled back on her elbows, traveling to her neck as his fingers bunched the scrap of material she'd donned as a shirt above her breast.

She felt his tongue tease her puckered peaks, lightly trailing over them enticing small hitches in her breathing.

His hand ventured lower, slowly circling her clit with each pass he made along her slit. His mouth engulfed her nipple, softly sucking as two fingers slid into her.

Cassie's hand instinctively nestled in his hair, watching both his mouth and fingers at work. The visual along with his ministrations had her breathing labored and her hips grinding against his hand long before his thumb pressed against her clit.

His eyes shifting to meet hers sent her over the edge, her moan stifled by his lips covering hers again.

Her hand tugged at his hair when his fingers curled inside her, coaxing everything he could from her climax before gently easing her back down.

Cassie's chest was still heaving when he pulled her to her feet, spinning her so she faced away from him.

"Bend over the counter."

Her lip twitched at the fact that he hadn't asked, merely maneuvered her where he'd wanted her. She knew the outfit would lead to sex, his domineering side was a pleasant little bonus.

His thighs tickled the back of hers as she rested her elbows on the granite surface.

A hand quickly pushed her so her chest was flat against the counter, the other moving to lift his shirt she was wearing high enough to grant him access.

Cassie moaned as he filled her, lifting her slightly with each thrust.

"Fuck, Mark..." She grunted, her palms flat on the counter.