Page 45 of Grim’s Angel

“For today.”

She offers trust without demanding payment. I should have learned by now that this woman can undo me most completely when she asks for the least.

I take her hand and draw her out of the chair. She backs against the desk, and I settle between her thighs.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Showing you what I’m ready to give.”

My mouth closes over hers.

The kiss turns hungry almost at once. McKenna pulls me closer, and the soft heat of her presses against my cock through our clothes.

She breaks the kiss first. “Lock the door.”

“Already did.”

“You planned this?”

“I’ve planned it against every wall and flat surface in this clubhouse.”

Desire darkens her eyes. “That sounds like a lot of unfinished work.”

“Angel, you have no idea.”

She pushes my cut from my shoulders. I hang it over the chair before returning to her.

Her fingers reach for my jeans.

I catch her hand. “What do you want?”

“To touch you without you stopping me this time.”

The memory of her palm around my cock at the cabin sends heat through my body.

“Then finish what you started.”

She lowers my zipper and reaches inside my briefs. Her hand closes around my shaft, tentative for the first stroke before confidence takes over. I brace my uninjured hand on the desk as she frees my cock and studies it.

“Show me,” she says.

I cover her hand with mine and guide her from base to tip. Her grip tightens on the upward stroke. She circles her thumb over the head, spreading the precum gathering there.

A groan leaves me.

Her eyes lift to my face. “You like that.”

“You already know I do.”

She slides from the desk and kneels.

Every thought inside my head stops.

“McKenna.”

“I want to.”

She holds my gaze as her tongue touches the underside of my cock and travels toward the swollen head. Pleasure tears through me. Her lips close around the tip, warm and wet, and I have to lock my knees.