Page 66 of The Grump I Got Stuck With

I groaned, running my hands over broad, muscled shoulders as his hands wrapped around my ass, tugging me right to the edge of the counter. My mouth dropped open as I parted my legs, feathering my hand through his hair. With a teasing wink, he dove between my legs, starting to eat me out right there.

I threw my head back, making a sound I’d never heard before in my life.

His fingers drifted, curving slightly, sending sparks of pleasure across my body. He slipped them inside me, just one at first, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I moaned, jerking against him, and he sank a second finger inside, the stretch better.

I bit my lip, chasing the coiling sensation inside me, higher and higher, until I came with a sharp cry, my entire face pinching at the intensity of the orgasm. “Fuck,” I said. “Alistair…God!”

“I have been called both,” he said.

“Shut up,” I laughed, slumping against him.

“You okay?”

“I think I just went to orbit and back.”

He groaned, running his hands up and down my back. I lifted my head from his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw, his chin, his lips, sinking back into a fresh wave of desire. I slid down from the counter, popping the button on his pants open, sinking my hand inside to palm his cock. It was hard and needy, and he moaned loudly as I squeezed.

“I want you,” I said, breathless.

“Condom,” he rasped, shoving his pants down his thighs.

I released him and turned, finding my purse and dumping it on the counter. I wanted this man inside me yesterday. He chuckled at the urgency as I riffled through the contents. Yes! I snapped up the condom under my makeup compact.

I turned back to him and tore it open with my teeth, getting the rubber out and rolling it onto his cock. My clit throbbed, needy all over again.

Alistair took his cock, pumping it a couple times. “Turn around,” he growled, reaching for my hip.

I didn’t need to be told twice, twisting and bracing myself against the counter. As he sank into me from behind, my legs trembled with pleasure. “Mmm, yes,” I said.

“That’s it,” he said, pulling out and sliding back in. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“So good,” I rasped as he drove a little deeper. I leaned my head against my forearm. It was beyond intense. I wanted Alistair to split me right open. He slammed against me again, harder. Perfect.

It was the kind of sex we’d never be able to have with Kenna around, and that made it even hotter.

“Yes! More of that,” I pleaded as he started to pick up the pace, wrapping his hand around my front to rub my clit. I cried out as my second orgasm peaked, unconcerned with how loud I was as he jerked against me, hitting his own release with a ragged groan.

I collapsed against the counter, Alistair pressed behind me, the sound of our breathing filling the room.

“Guess that’s the kitchen done,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder. “Which room should we christen next?”

19

ALISTAIR

My head was buzzing.

No, not my head. My head was on a downy soft pillow. Something was buzzing near my head. And this wasn’t my room or my bed or…Where the bloody hell was I? I rolled over in a fog of sleep, trying to get my bearings, and my arm immediately encountered a warm, naked body.

Madison. I automatically reached out to wrap my arm around her, tugging her closer. I inhaled her fruity shampoo, the lingering perfume against her neck, and the scent of sex. What round did we land on before we’d passed out in her room—three? Four?

Buzz. Buzz.

I grimaced. My phone must have gotten jammed beneath one of the pillows at some point. But why would someone be calling me at this time of night?

I wanted to ignore it, but what if it was to do with Kenna? As comfortable as she was with Weston and Lena, she wasn’t used to spending the night away from me.

I stuffed my hand under the pillow, chasing that infernal buzzing.