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“Greyson, we can’t.” Her voice cracked, eyes glossy with tears she’d never shed. It broke my heart.
“We can.” I pulled her into my arms, holding her for the first time in what felt like months. Her hair was soft under my palm as I stroked it, desperate to soothe her. “I love you. I don’t need you to myself—I just need you.”
“I don’t know how to do this.”
“I don’t either, but the logistics can wait until tomorrow. Just tell me you’re mine because I can’t give you up anymore.”
Mari tilted her head back, and she swept her lips over mine in a kiss so searing, I felt scarred. Like I’d never forget this moment as long as I lived. “We’re really doing this?”
“We’re really doing it.” I brushed a kiss to her cheek, her nose, her mouth. “It’s past time, don’t you think?”
Her breath hitched. “Fuck yes.”
“Good girl. Come with me.” I wrapped her hand in mine and dragged her back to the VIP section. I didn’t mind an audience, but not yet. Not for this. I wanted her to myself for just a little while longer.
I settled on the couch, legs spread as she stood in front of me.
“Panties off and sit on my lap.” She did without complaint, and I reveled in a complacent Mari. I liked having her like this. Pliable and eager to please. Eager to come. I hadn’t expected it, but what a gift. I tucked her panties into my pocket, not wanting to leave them behind. “Now lift that dress and show me that pretty pussy.”
There was no hesitation as she gripped the hem of her dress and slowly tortured me one inch at a time. Brat. I wasn’t much of a brat tamer, but I had a feeling Dominic would be more than up to the task.
I ran my hand up her thighs and between them, groaning at the wetness there. She was soaked and so fucking pretty. “You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.” I taunted her with slow circles around her clit, not quite touching. She wiggled in my lap, trying to force my fingers where she wanted them most. God, I loved watching her squirm.
“Please, Greyson. I want more. Please.”
“Good girl.”
I sank two fingers into her with no resistance, and the way she wrapped around me was enough to make my hips kick up. My thumb took over on her clit, and she dropped her head back, breathy moans traveling, even with the noise below.
I wanted her wrapped around my dick, soaked in my come, her head on my chest in the morning. I wanted everything.
I readjusted my hand and smacked her thigh lightly. “Ride my fingers, baby.”
Without question, she rotated her hips, taking what she wanted. It was so fucking sexy, I wanted to blow right then. “What if someone sees?”
“What if they do?” I challenged.
We had no real protection from the people below us, no door or lock keeping them out. Even from the couch, we could see the outskirts of the room dancing the night away, but they were more focused on their own pleasures than us, giving us the illusion of being alone. Most were smart enough to keep their eyes off mi reina, but the idea that they wouldn’t, that they watched her coming apart against me, just made me harder.
One set of eyes did exactly that.
Mari’s pussy clenched around me, and I growled. I wrapped my free hand around her throat and pulled her down until I spoke against her lips. “You like that, don’t you? Thinking that someone down there is going to see you grinding your pussy on me. Does it turn you on when people watch?”
She moaned into my mouth, and I savaged her with lips, teeth, and tongue as I held her close. She could barely move, so I took over, thrusting my fingers into her until she was coating my hand. Her breathing grew frantic, and it was like I could feel her orgasm cresting.
“Almost there. You’re doing so well,” I rasped, watching her skin bead with sweat as she tensed muscle by muscle. “Come for me, baby.”
The first clench of her pussy around me was a revelation. Mari was glorious when she came. Hair down her back, body shaking, thighs quivering. Quieter than I expected, but repeating my name over and over. Greyson, Greyson, Greyson. I didn’t know it would be such a turn-on.
She sagged against me, coming down from the high. I rubbed her back and pressed kisses against her hair, her cheek, her shoulders until her breaths evened out again.
“I needed that.”
“You needed me,” I corrected.
