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He glances at his phone. “I know she’ll be fine at her friend’s house tonight, but I hate it when she doesn’t sleep at home.”

“It’s hard letting go of that control. But if anything goes wrong, she’ll call you. I trust her.”

A smirk curves his lips. “You trust the candy thief?”

“It’s crazy how things turned out, isn’t it?”

His thumb strokes the top of my hand. “It sure is.”

Grant pullsinto my driveway after our date and walks behind me on the path leading to my house.

I dig into my purse for my keys, unlock the door, and step inside.

But Grant remains on the porch.

I extend my hand. “Come on.”

He clasps my hand and yanks me back outside, wrapping his arms around me as I stumble into his chest.

I crane my neck to look up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want you to think you have to invite me in.” He brushes my hair away from my face and presses his lips against my cheek. “We don’t have to rush. I’d be very happy kissing you good night right here and going home if that’s what you want.”

“What I want is for you to come inside and undress me.” I tilt my chin and brush my lips against his. “You were a perfect gentleman the whole night, Grant. But once we enter that house, I don’t want a perfect gentleman.”

“No?” He drags his nose along my neck, inhaling deep at the spot I spritzed perfume earlier. “You want the mean old ogre?”

“You know I do.”

“Then you’d better run,” he snarls as he pretends to feast on my neck.

I squeal and scamper into the house, bolting for the stairs. He kicks the door shut behind him and runs after me. At the top of the stairs, he catches me and tosses me over his shoulder as he stalks down the hallway.

“Grant, you’re back!”

His teeth sink into my ass. “It’s fine.”

When we get to my bedroom, he sets me down and steadies me in front of him. I sway, smoothing down my hair that’s sticking up in all directions. My chest heaves as I catch my breath.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He clutches my face and presses his lips to my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”

I reach up and speak against his lips. “I want you so bad.”

He grips my jaw in one massive hand and sweeps his tongue inside my mouth. He kisses me slow and deep, taking his time when all I want to do is rip our clothes off and feel him inside me.

He drops down onto his knees and slides his hands up along my thighs, crawling under the material of my dress. I pull it up and over my head and fling it across the room.

“These boots stay on,” he commands. He trails kisses along my inner thigh, making his way up to my thong. He places a gentle kiss to the thin cotton, making my knees buckle. Then he hooks his thumbs around the strings on either side of my hips and rips it off my body.

I gasp and a shiver dances down my spine.

He sits back on his heels and gazes at my swollen glistening skin before running his thumb through my wetness. “Goddamn. You are perfect.”

I grip his hair and jut out my hips. “Grant, please.”

He tosses one of my legs over his shoulder and grabs two handfuls of my ass as he leans in. His hot breath sends goose bumps flying over my skin. Dark, molten eyes flick up to mine as he runs his tongue along my pussy, groaning his approval.

He laps me up with long, maddeningly slow strokes of his tongue, watching me from under his dark lashes. As the pleasure mounts like a wave, my hips move faster. Holding onto his hair, I rub myself on his tongue, relishing in the feel of his scratchy beard on my sensitive skin.

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