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She rode his fingers with quicker intensity. The pressure within her mounted, increasing and increasing until finally she came.

Even then, she knew it wasn’t enough. She was insatiable. Breathing deeply, Grayson slowly pulled his fingers out, and she felt the loss keenly.

She whimpered, reaching back for his zipper.

“I’m not going to fuck you in my car,” he rasped against her skin. “Let’s go.”

Her blood pounded. She didn’t want to wait even two seconds, but she agreed it would be better to have him in bed, where she could lie flat and let him fuck her senseless.

“My place?” she asked, turning to face him. “Not sure I want to be screaming your name with Charles in the next room.”

Grayson laughed, pressing a soft kiss against her cheek. He opened the door, and she got off his lap so he could get out. He walked around to the driver’s seat, and she settled back down in the passenger seat, anticipation beating through her.

She gave him the instructions, and after a torturous drive, they arrived at her place.

“You live in a proper house,” he said, looking up at her home as he parked on the street.

“It’s my parents’ place,” she said as they got out of his car. She still felt pretty weak in the knees.

He paused. “Oh, I didn’t realize. Are they home?”

“No, don’t worry,” she said, walking up to the front door. He followed behind her as she let them both in. Kicking off her shoes, she led him up to her room, closing the door behind them.

Her underwear and sweater were already gone, and she was ready to strip the rest of her clothes off when he hesitated.

“When they get home, won’t they knock and ask after you?” he asked.

“No, they won’t,” she said. She couldn’t remember the last time her parents had checked in with her when they got home. She bristled a little at the thought.

“Oh,” he said, looking sad for her. It made her sad, too, but suddenly, it didn’t matter that they didn’t care—not when she had Grayson standing in front of her.

She smiled at him.

“Don’t worry,” she said. She gestured, magic unfurling. “I put a soundproof spell on the room.”

His eyes darkened. “Protection?” he asked. “I have condoms.”

“No need. I’m on the pill, and there’s a spell I can use to act as a second barrier,” she said. “One second.”

Lucy waved her hands for the spell, waiting a few moments for it to take effect. She knew it had worked when she felt the space between her legs grow damp, ready for him. “I want to feel every inch of you,” she said.

His gaze burned into her.

She went and locked her door. “Happy?”

“I won’t be happy until your clothes are off,” he said, voice husky.

“Well, come on then, get to work.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Grayson kissed her, mouth rough against hers. He all but ripped the zip down her dress, throwing it off her. His eyes went wide when he noticed she hadn’t put her underwear back on in the car.

He swore, then ran a hand between her legs, touching her as he kissed her deeper. She moaned, heat pouring through her. Finally, he undid her bra, chucking it aside, his hands roaming over both her breasts, squeezing and pinching. He let out a deep groan and kissed her harder, his body radiating restlessness.

Lucy bit his lip, reaching to tug off his sweater, then undoing his button-down.

“What did I say about the fucking layers?” she scolded.