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“I know,” I say, grinning. “And now I have that video of you doing the Hustle, if I ever need to blackmail you, or get into Dash’s good graces.”
He turns to me. “You wouldn’t.”
“I might! I’m ruthless!” I say. I try to dodge as he grabs for me. “Who’s the reporter who wrote that drooling article about you? I’ll send it to her.”
He lifts me up, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “You read that?”
“Maybe,” I say. Then in a teasing voice, I add, “‘Wow, Charlie Fox. Great business concept and cocktails, but have you considered taking body shots off me, personally?’”
“Making plans for next weekend already?” he counters, as my lips meet his.
The kiss is intoxicating. The joking slips away immediately, with urgency building instead, hot and wild in my veins. Charlie walks me back into the bedroom, hands on my tangled in my hair, and I tear his shirt off, both of us hungry for more.
He breaks the kiss, turning me so he can unzip my dress. Charlie slides my hair to one side gently, and I shiver at the feel of his mouth on the back of my neck. His kisses turn slow, sultry and seductive, trailing over my skin as my dress slips to the floor, and I’m left in a scrap of my silk panties.
I sigh in pleasure, leaning back against him.
His palm travels up my stomach, stroking over my breasts, teasing and toying at my aching nipples. I moan, and he strokes me again, pressing hard into the small of my back. We’re not even out of our clothes, and I’m already near-dizzy with wanting him.
Charlie spins me to him. I fumble with the buttons of his pants for only a moment, then strip him down, too impatient to pause for even a touch.
He seems to feel the same. He reaches for a condom wordlessly and sits on the edge of the bed. I straddle him before he can make another move.
He holds me by the waist as I guide myself onto him, and I whimper as he fills my body with that perfect, almost-hurt of a stretch. Deep and thick, just perfect inside. Part of me wants his hands rough on my hips, pushing in deep and fast and desperate. But his fingertips skate down my spine, gentle as I adjust to the feel of him. I rise up just a little, then sink back into his lap, enjoying the growl from Charlie’s throat. He shifts the tiniest bit, hitting a spot inside of me that makes me gasp. I roll my hips into another stroke.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, capturing my mouth in a desperate kiss as I move onto him again, again, again.
I have this feeling like I might tumble over the edge of something, losing of all control.
“I’ve got you,” Charlie whispers, like he can sense the rising inside of me. It’s both sensation and emotion, neither of which I can fully grasp. I just nod, close enough to him that our noses touch. “Tell me what you need.”
“Just…” I try to find words to. His hands finally spread wide across my hips, fingers digging into my thighs. “You. There.You.”
Charlie takes me then, rolling me beneath him, and plunging into me again. Deep. God, so deep. I hold on for dear life as he takes up the rhythm now, eyes fixed on mine,
the intimacy of it almost unbearable.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, arching up to meet his thrusts. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he groans, sinking into me again, and I shudder at his words.
God, I’m in so much trouble. This is not friends hooking up, and this is not a giddy, quick burning fling.
This is falling in love. At least, it is for me. And the chemistry here—the most intense sex of my life—isn’t the cause. It’s the effect. The way I make him laugh and the way he listens, all our swapped stories and shared memories from the past few weeks—it all added kindling. Now, it’s a crackling, undeniable fire. I tip my head back, crying out.
“Stay with me,” Charlie commands. I manage a shallow, ragged breath, which does nothing to slow the feeling gathering from every part of my body. “Grace, oh my God. You—that feels—fuck.”
“I can’t…” I gasp out, unable to speak the rest of the words. I never want this feeling to stop, but I can’t hold out much longer. I slow a little as the feeling rises up from my toes, everything tightening.
“Yeah,” Charlie encourages. “Want to feel it.”
My orgasm explodes right as Charlie hits the deepest spot inside of me. He holds me there, my body clenching around him so hard that I cry out loudly. Through my unintelligible noises, he roars, his dick pumping into me hard. I feel him pulse again, and again, riding the last wave of my own orgasm. I keep moving with him, until I feel his body relax.
Slowly, he rolls off me, then goes to deal with the condom, while I try to pull myself back together.
Get a grip, Grace. It’s just sex.
Mind-blowing, life-changing sex, with a man you adore.
