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I wanted to argue, I really did, but his thumbs dug into the arch of my foot and I moaned, leaning my head back and sinking farther into the water. “Oh, that feels good.”

“I should have done this earlier. You spend way too much time on your feet every day.”

All I could do was hum in agreement because his clever hands had moved onto my calves and I was in absolute heaven. If I had to choose between Tarzan the shirtless masseuse and Grayson there wasn’t even a competition. My eyes slid open when his thumbs pressed on my inner thighs, massaging and simultaneously pushing my knees toward either side of the porcelain.

The tips of my nipples breached the water as I arched my hips, hoping for more. I was no longer shy around Grayson when it came to sex. He could read my body often before I knew what I wanted and he never failed to give it to me. His fingers closed the remaining distance and stroked the folds of my pussy once before trailing them up my stomach.

“Tease,” I narrowed my eyes at him.

His laugh was husky, “Told you I was going to touch you everywhere.” He looked far too triumphant which had me splashing him in retaliation. Water dripped down his face and onto his t-shirt.

He gave me a disapproving look and stood up, whipping the wet fabric from his body. My laughter died in my throat. Finally, the striptease I’d been waiting for.

Grayson undressed way too fast and I barely caught a glimpse of his erect cock before he was pushing me forward and climbing into the tub behind me.

“You could have dragged that out a little longer,” I grumbled as his fingers began working on my shoulders and I leaned into him. I was in that blissful state between sleep and wakefulness when his palms slid down my chest to massage my breasts and tweak my nipples.

Soft lips closed over the sensitive skin of my neck and he sucked it into his mouth, gently biting. His right hand left my nipple and delved back between my thighs, catching me off guard. Every touch up until now had been a smooth caress and I cried out, unprepared for the intense pressure on my clit.

“I want to fuck you, sweetheart, but the tub isn’t the most comfortable place to do that. You’re going to come on my fingers, then I’m going to take you somewhere I can get all of this into you.” He punctuated his words with a hard press of his hips and stiff cock into my backside.

There’d be no argument from me, I couldn’t talk, couldn’t think about anything but his fingers as they pushed me closer to climax. He was so good at this, so good, so very good.

“All I want to do is make you feel good.” His teeth nipped that spot on my neck again, making me realize I’d spoken the words aloud.

His fingers circled faster and I was right there when he did something new. He pinched my clit, and I lost it. Pleasure shot like lighting from that small bundle of nerves and I bucked upward, hips thrashing in the water, crying out while I came.

Grayson’s left arm banded across my chest, holding me to him as he continued to stroke me, one orgasm rolling into another. It was too much, I dug my nails into the back of his hand, not knowing if I wanted to pull it away or hold it in place.

In the end, Grayson made the choice for me, releasing me as he stood from the bath and reached back in for me, throwing my slippery body over his shoulder. My head was still spinning when he settled my ass on a towel he must have laid out on the vanity.

He slammed inside of me, just as he’d promised. I clung to his back, unable to do anything more than take the pounding of his dick in my still pulsating pussy. He knew just what I needed, what we both needed.

His thrusts became erratic and he shocked me when his thumb returned to my clit, drawing a quick but no less intense orgasm from me. Grayson roared my name as he came with me, his cock jerking inside of me and the pressure of his groin against mine keeping me from sliding to the floor.

My hands dropped limply to the counter, I felt completely boneless. Ha, bone, I couldn’t even muster the strength to laugh at my own thoughts. The thud caught his attention and he pulled back, looking down at me. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Broken. You broke me,” I panted. “I hope you’re ready to carry me out of here because there is no way my legs are going to be working anytime soon.” Grayson puffed out a laugh as he gathered me into his arms and began walking.

Gathering all my strength, I lifted my eyelids and noticed we weren’t walking to my bedroom. “Where are we going?”

“To our bed,” the words sent a different kind of pleasure through me but I quickly realized he had no intention of us getting dressed or even grabbing a towel to cover our naked asses.

“Grayson! We’re naked and your stuff is sliding out of me!” I scrunched up my nose, making a mental note to mop the floors tomorrow.

“I don’t give a fuck. No one else is up here, sweetheart, and I have access to the security camera footage, which I can delete. You think I’d let anyone see my girl’s ass?”

He spanked me for emphasis and I decided what the hell, let him do what he wanted. He was carrying me and I wanted to be back in ‘our bed’, too.

20

GRAY

Iawoke slowly, feeling incredibly well-rested until I noticed my bedroom was completely visible thanks to the sunlight coming through the window.

The clock said it was almost seven in the morning, and I freaked out momentarily wondering why there wasn’t a five-year-old hurricane jumping on my bed like she did every day. Then I remembered I’d sent Daisy off with my parents yesterday and sadness replaced my panic.

Lily stirred next to me and that was a first as well. She’d hadn’t stayed in the bed this late since our first night together, always worried that Daisy would come in and see us. Her presence helped soothe the ache in my chest and I rolled fully on my side to get closer to her.

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