My breath punches out of me in a gust of air as Grafton curses. “Jesus, Lynley.”
I’m already moving, rising up on my knees and dropping back down, writhing against him. He’s still fully clothed, while I’m naked, and the naughtiness of it all only makes my arousal soar as I bounce on his lap. The door is locked, I know that, but the idea that anyone could walk in on us…I clench down on his cock, and Grafton growls a warning in my ear.
He winds my hair back around his fist, yanking my face to his. Our mouths meet in a furious clash, his tongue thrusting past my lips and tangling with mine, consuming me. His other hand slides over my ass, fingers clenching as he helps to lift me up and down.
“That’s it, darling,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Use me for your pleasure. I’m yours.” Grafton pulls his mouth away, pressing wet kisses along my jawline and down my throat. He nips at my skin, and I know he’s leaving visible marks, but I don’t care as he slumps down, grabbing my hips and slamming his cock upward, going deeper than ever before.
I slide my hands around his neck, nails scratching against his skin as he shifts his attention to my chest, sucking a nipple back into his mouth, biting roughly at the soft skin of my breast.
I rise on my knees, resisting when he would’ve pulled me back down, and he jerks his head back, eyeing me with concern. “Darling?”
I open my mouth, nerves making me hesitate, but then I know I can’t keep it in anymore. I feel his love every day that we spend together. It’s in the way he cares for me, formy children. It’s in the way he puts me first, always, and the way he would do anything for me…
Except give me space,I think in amusement,because he’s told me firmly that we’re done with that now. He doesn’t live with us yet, but only in the sense that he still has his apartment in the city. For all intents and purposes, the man never sleeps anywhere but in my bed.
“Lynley.” His fingers dig into my hips. “Where have you gone?”
I swivel my hips, the head of his cock just sitting inside me, and his eyes slam shut as he gives a loud groan, making me smile. “I’m right here.”
Grafton’s lip lifts in a snarl, his fingers bruising now. “I didn’t mean your body. I know exactly where that is.” He jerks his hips up, but I pull up just as fast, thwarting him. “You into torture now, darling?”
I grin, loving this. “You edged me first, honey.”
Every part of him—except one—softens at the endearment, like he’s melting from the inside out. His dick throbs inside me urgently, but he’s still under me, sensing there’s more.
“I wanted to tell you,” I murmur, stroking my fingers over his jaw, tracing the familiar lines of his face, “that I love you.”
There’s a breathless moment where we’re both frozen, watching each other, and then he’s twisting us around, slamming my back to the cushion of the couch, making me yelp. His hips are driving into me in the next second, pummeling me as he drives his cock deep, his body completely covering mine.
Our sounds are animalistic and wild, and I sink my teeth into his pec to muffle the scream as I’m thrown headfirst into ecstasy. Grafton lets out a guttural cry as hefollows me over, his cock still pushing through my swollen, clenching walls. I feel it as he fills me with warmth, his dick throbbing with his release.
His shirt is plastered to his back with sweat, the coarse fibers of his pants dragging against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I’m not ready to let him go, though, so I wrap myself around him like a vine, slowly drifting back to earth.
Eventually, he mutters, “You’ve got some timing.” He brushes a kiss against the sweaty skin under my ear, and then slowly pulls back. I watch as he goes to his knees, staring back down at me. “You love me, huh?” Feeling bashful for the first time, I dip my chin, trying to hide, but his fingers are there, holding me in place, his eyes firmly on mine. “I know.”
It’s just about the last thing I expected him to say, and as my shock fades, outrage swells at the smug look on his face. “You know?” I echo haughtily.
Grafton chuckles, sliding his arms under me and yanking me into his lap, both of us ignoring the mess seeping out around his softening cock. “You’re not good at hiding your love, darling. It shows in everything you say and do. It shows in the way you look at me, and the way you cling to me in the night. It shows in the ways you already look after me, even when you’re pretending you’re not.” His eyes are solemn as he leans forward, brushing his nose against mine. “So yes. I know you love me.”
With each word, more tears creep into my eyes until they’re trickling down my cheeks. I don’t make a move to wipe them away, and he doesn’t either, just watching me. “You know I love you.”
“I know.”
I sniffle. “And you love me.”
His smile is wide, cracking across hisface, making him seem younger. “Yes,” Grafton agrees. “I do.” He hugs me tightly, and I bury my face into his neck, inhaling his scent. “But you can come fuck me in my office and confess your love any time,” he says after a moment. “In fact, let’s pencil it in for every Friday, hm?”
The laugh that bursts out of me is freeing, and he chuckles in response, stroking his knuckles down my spine.
Chapter 30
Grafton
There’s no salvaging my shirt, the material soaked through with perspiration. I peel the fabric off, looking up as Lynley steps out of the private bathroom attached to my office, amusement gleaming in her stormy eyes.
Much to my regret, she’s already got her dress on and has patted her mussed hair back into place. Her lips are still swollen, the lip gloss long gone. She looks perfect.
“You can’t go outside like that,” Lynley warns me, but she’s grinning. “That’s my property, which means you’re not allowed to show it off.”
