Climbing out of the car, he meets me in front of my door. “Come in the shop,” he says, practically bouncing with excitement. “There’s something I want to show you.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” I mutter. “My feet are sore, my ankles are swollen, and I just want to go inside.”
A breeze floats by, giving me a whiff of his natural musk scent mixed with cologne or body wash, or something that smells heavenly, and my core clenches.Fuck, why must he smell so good?My mouth waters as I imagine dragging my tongue along the center of his chest before burying my face in the crook of his neck.
I need to snap out of it, my gosh.
“Oh, come on,” he pushes. “It’ll only take a minute, I promise.”
“I said no, Graham!” I wince at how harsh that came out. I don’t ever talk to him like that. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to snap at you.”
Graham’s brow furrows. “What’s wrong?”
Oh, nothing. I’m just so horny, it’s making me aggravated.“Nothing, I’m fine,” I lie.
Taking a step closer, concern etched over his features. “You’re not fine. Did something happen at work?”
I heave a sigh. “No, nothing like that. Work was great, actually.”
“Then talk to me.”
Why does he have to be so goddamn sweet all the time? “Graham,” I say on a breath.
“What’s got you so irritated?”
“Oh my god, I’m horny, okay! I’m so fucking horny, I feel like I’m losing my mind. This pregnancy is making me hornier than I’ve ever been, and I can’t stand it. Nothing helps!” The blood rushes to my cheeks as soon as I get everything out, and regret settles in my chest. “Happy now?” I ask.
Pressing his lips together, Graham swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I can help you with that,” he rasps, face stone-cold serious.
“What?” I huff a shaky laugh. “No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I can, Charley.” Taking a step closer, my back hits the side of my car. “I want to help,” he says, voice low and throaty.
My heart pounds against my ribs, and I forget how to breathe for a moment as I take in what Graham’s saying. What he’soffering.
I can’t.
Wecan’t…right?
But as his body crowds mine, face so close I can feel his hot breath against my face, I’m failing to rememberwhywe shouldn’t. Heat pools between my thighs, and pressing them together does nothing to extinguish the ache.
“Let me help you, Charley,” he offers again, and it’s too much.
I need this. Desperately. He wants to give it to me, so why not? It’s just one time; it doesn’t have to mean anything. It doesn’t have to change anything either.
Fuck it.
My lips crash into his, hands grabbing the sides of his face. Graham’s tongue slips into my mouth, exploring and rolling against mine, and he tastes so good. His arm wraps around my waist and he presses his leg between my thighs, rubbing against my pussy. I can’t help it; I shamelessly grind on it as his lips devour mine. My body is on fire, every inch of my skin tingling, and as Graham brings his hand to the front of my pants and works open the button, I think I may combust. Once the zipper is down, he wastes no time shoving his hand inside. He finds my clit easily, and it feels like heaven when he firmly circles it with two fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp against his mouth.
“Forgot about that sexy little piercing you have,” he husks, nipping my bottom lip as his middle finger sinks into my pussy.
I drop my head back onto the car as he fucks me with it before adding in a second digit, all while his thumb massages my clit. “Oh god, Graham, that feels so good.”
“I could make you feel even better with my mouth.” Graham drops his head to my neck before peppering my flesh with quick, open-mouthed kisses.
Moaning, I shake my head. “No, I haven’t showered since last night.”
