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I nod. “And most of the runway. We’ll see if something else goes down tonight.”
“We will, and we’ll capture every second if it does. That’s more hard evidence Faulk can give to the FBI in our defense.”
“You mean mine,” I say weakly, turning to meet his eyes.
My mouth goes dry at the way he’s looking at me.
His gaze drips this odd mix of empathy and desire and promises.
I tell myself not to think about what’s been on my mind ever since we entered the basement. My body might as well be a hungry dog subjected to Pavlov’s conditioning.
Being down here puts one thing on my mind, no matter how much bad news hits us in the face.
Actually, it’s been on my mind well before then.
Hard, sweaty, all-too-addicting sex with Grady McKnight.
“You’re okay, woman. Looks like you need a reminder,” he growls, holding out a hand.
God help me, I move from my chair to his lap, straddling him, loving the rush of instant heat blazing up my legs to the apex between my thighs.
Our communication goes rough and primal then.
His thick hands slide under my shirt, pushing it up as his lips capture mine in a long heated kiss.
Our tongues dance with need, fencing each other in a contest to see who gives out first, who needs it right the hell now.
When our lips part, I’m definitely the loser.
Too drunk on him to even consider not continuing what we’re craving.
He’s already unclasped my bra, so I grab it along with the hem of my shirt and yank them both over my head. He catches them in his huge hand and hurls them against the wall.
“Perfect.” His mouth finds my nipple, raking his beard against my skin.
Oh, God.
I’m already a whimpering mess.
“And this other one? Heaven,” he growls, twisting my other bud between his thumb and forefinger.
My panties were already soaking wet for him, but now I can’t even feel how drenched they are behind the dull ache.
The need to be under his piston hips as he fills me to my limit.
He’s so damn good at foreplay. Half the time I wind up coming at least once before we get to the main event.
It’s just amazing and different from anything I’ve ever had and I love every second.
Today is no exception.
He sucks, licks, and lashes my breasts with his animal mouth until I’m squirming against his thick thighs, and then he plunges one hand between my legs, flicks my lace aside, and feels what’s already his.
“You want more?” he teases, knowing full well I do, stuffing two fingers in my hot cunt. “Say the magic word.”
Slayed.
I force myself to stop biting my lip so I can actually obey this beast.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Grady, please, you...you know I do.”
“You want me to take you right the fuck here? On this chair?”
I nod, too far gone for words, a low, sultry moan escaping my mouth.
“You’re lucky I agree,” he says with a heavy chuckle.
Holy hell.
My body is a shrieking mess, my hips rolling, pleading for more.
I stand up just long enough to jerk down my shorts and panties.
He does the same, fishing a condom package out of his pocket. I grin at how well armed for action he is lately.
But I guess that comes with the territory when we can’t stop flinging ourselves at each other like wild rabbits.
Rather than slide the rubber over his length, he sets the package on the desk and pulls me forward, straddling his lap again as he sits back down.
“Want me to help put that on?” I ask, burning with need.
His cock is so perfect, the sight of it alone nearly has me feeling his thrusts.
“Not yet. I’m not done warming you up,” he growls in my ear, threading his fingers through my hair, all hot breath as he stamps his lips down my neck.
I. Am. Dead.
I suck in a breath as his fingers enter me again, this time stroking with feral intent.
“You good with this, Willow Wisp? You know how bad I get it every time you come for me,” he rasps, his needy voice booming against my ear.
Oh, God. Yes. I know.
I grasp the base of his cock and give it a long, slow, winding stroke.
“Just...as long as I can play with you, too,” I whisper, trying to keep control against the intense stroke of his fingers.
“Remind me what that mouth does,” he demands, pressing his forehead to mine, filling my eyes with his fire. “Suck me, woman.”
I almost lose it right there, my walls tensing around his fingers.
Oh, I’m always down to demonstrate my skills.
I’m so in love with how rock-hard he gets while still feeling velvety soft, and use both hands in devotion, playing with his balls at the same time.
His hands are just as busy.
One huge palm gives my tits full attention, along with his mouth, while his other hand owns my pussy, raking pleasure out of me in quickening strokes, and teasing my clit with his thumb until I’m a tight, shaking mess trying to keep control.
