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He didn’t need to do anything to make her tremble with desire. Just the feel of him did that. But he was doing so much more. Like that thing he’d done to her nipples before, that incredible tongue-bathing that turned her whole body into one big electrical current. He’d also managed to rip off her underwear. She’d worn her tiniest thong under her bridesmaid dress to minimize panty lines. But she’d had no idea that Granger would snap it to shreds with one twist of his thumb.
Which was somehow perfect.
She didn’t mind the sudden exposure of her most private area—no, call it what it was. Her pussy. Her clit. Her sex. Her mound. The one part of her that had never been revealed or photographed by anyone. Even her breasts had made a brief appearance in a Swedish lingerie ad.
No one could see her now either, of course, not inside this elevator, twined together with Granger. But still, she felt so free without that thong, free and wild and ready for anything.
When one of his long fingers stroked through her folds, she was more than ready. His fingers quickly became slippery with moisture. The pleasure of it shocked her. He brushed his thumb against her clit, using steady circular motions that quickly became the entire center of her world.
She moaned, a guttural sound that she’d never heard come out of her mouth before.
“Feels good?” he asked. She’d never heard his voice go quite that deep either.
“So good. Oh my God. So good.”
He delved deeper, exploring with thorough interest, using that long, rough digit to make her squirm. But the whole time, he kept his thumb where she needed it, a constant arousal that he kept stoking and stoking.
Except that it wasn’t him doing it—or not just him. She was claiming her pleasure, using his finger to follow the sensation as far as it would go. This washerbody.Herorgasm. It was fucking empowering and liberating and so, so good.
She came hard against his fingers, bucking and groaning. He made a sound deep in his chest right along with her, a kind of hiss that told her this was almost as exciting to him as it was to her.
“That’s right, come for me, sugar. Get it, get it hard. God, you’re hot when you’re coming apart. I could watch you come all day long, every day.”
She loved that he called her “sugar.” So much better than “Blondie.” But he could call her either one, so long as he kept his finger right there, right where the nerves were tingling and alive. As if celebrating. And he hadn’t even come inside her yet.
This is it. We’re doing this.
She slid her feet to the floor, then reached into his boxers and gripped his penis in her slick palm. She hadn’t realized that she’d broken out in a sweat all over, including her hands. Not a problem; it made it easier to slide her hand along his stiff shaft.
He swore under his breath. She loved that. Loved making this big stern man lose his cool. Loved the feel of his firm flesh hardening with every motion of her hand.
“Can’t take much more of that, just warning you,” he growled. “Not when I’ve been putting a leash on myself ever since you walked out of this elevator the first time.”
You have?She wanted to ask more about this, but she was too caught up in the delicious rhythm the two of them had established. He’d slide through her fist, withdraw, slick and hot, then push again. Her pussy twitched as she thought about what his cock would feel like inside her body instead of against her skin.
“Let’s do this,” she whispered as she released him. “All the way. Inside.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, and you’d better stop asking me that.” She gasped a little as he tenderly stroked the still sensitive flesh of her sex. She was so wet down there, even though it had been at least a few minutes since she’d come. Was she getting aroused again, just from the sensation of his erection? Was that possible?
“Your penis is getting me excited, just from touching it,” she murmured. “Seems strange.”
“It’s not strange. Arousal starts in the mind. My hard cock is making you think about sex, and that’s getting you aroused.”
So was the phrase “hard cock.” She felt a gush of heat as he spoke. He must be right, if even some words could get her aroused.
His erection was pushing against her sex, slipping in her juices. She tried to guide him inside, but he stopped her with a firm hand on her wrist. “We need a condom.”
Right. Good thing someone was thinking. “Do you have one with you?”
“In my pocket.”
“Do you always go to weddings with a condom in your pocket?” she asked, bemused, as he dug into his trousers for the condom.
“I’ve had one with me ever since the other day, just in case. Does that make me a horny bastard? If so, guilty as charged. I’ve been out here keeping the faith, praying for another chance at this sweet pussy.”
His grin gave her a sneaky sense of delight. She didn’t mind the thought of him praying for another shot—she didn’t mind that at all. Getting Granger on his knees, yeah, she liked that.
