When her eyes opened and met mine, I stood. I was hard and aching, but that didn’t matter. Right then, it was all about her.
“Stand up,” I said softly.
She did, her legs a little unsteady. I sat down in the chair she’d just vacated, the fabric still warm from her body.
“Now,” I commanded, my voice low. “The dress. I want to see you.”
Her eyes widened, but a slow, sensual smile touched her lips. She reached behind her back, found the zipper, and pulled. The sound was loud in the quiet room. The dark fabric sighed away from her skin, pooling at her feet in a forgotten heap.
And there she stood. And God, I couldn’t breathe.
Her breasts were incredible—full, heavy, the kind of curves that made my mouth go dry. In the low light, her skin looked smooth and pale, her nipples tight and perfect.
I’d seen a lot of beautiful things in my life, but nothing came close to this.
“Come here,” I managed to rasp.
She moved toward me, her confidence returning with every step. She straddled me on the chair, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of me.
My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft curve of her ass as she guided me to her. She held my gaze—steady, unflinching—as she sank down onto me, slow and deep, until the air left my lungs in a rough exhale.
I groaned, my forehead falling against her chest. The feel of her, hot and tight and wet, was almost too much.
She started to move—slow and steady, finding a rhythm that was pure instinct. I leaned in, caught one of her nipples between my lips, and tasted her. She let out a low moan that I felt more than heard, her nails biting into my shoulders as she rode me.
I watched her face, lost in the pleasure, and I moved my hand between our bodies. I found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and began to circle it with my thumb, matching the rhythm of her hips.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered. “Come for me again.”
Her breath caught, and the rhythm broke—faster now, rougher. I felt it then, the first tight, trembling pulse deep inside her, a shiver that pulled me right to the edge with her.
“I’ve got you,” I promised, my voice strained. “Let go.”
She came with a broken cry, her head thrown back, her body clenching around me in a series of powerful, milking contractions. The feeling of her fluttering around my cock was my undoing. My own control shattered.
I drove up into her once, twice, my release tearing through me with a guttural roar, spilling deep inside her as she continued to pulse around me. For a long moment, we simply clung to each other, our breathing harsh in the quiet room, the party a distant, irrelevant world.
Then, a sharp, decisive knock rattled the door.
Our eyes met—wide, a flash of “oh, shit” between us. Then she laughed, and the wild, breathless sound hit me right in the chest. I couldn’t stop the grin that followed. We scrambled apart, half tripping over each other, laughing and whispering as I shoved my pants back on.
Once I was presentable, I cupped her face, kissing her once, hard and quick. “Wait a minute,” I breathed against her lips. “Then come out.”
She nodded, eyes still bright. I unlocked the door and stepped out, blending into the crowd. Her scent clung to me, the feel of her still burned into my skin.
There was only one thing on my mind as I greeted guests. Mollie was my future. I just had to make certain I didn’t ruin it.
5
MOLLIE
Grady’s hand tightened around mine as we stood in the doorway to The Evergreen Room. “Like it?”
It hit me all at once—the shimmer of lights, the scent of pine and cocoa, the faint sound of soft holiday music drifting through the space. I hadn’t set foot in this room since the night I lost my virginity here—to him. And somehow, coming back felt like closing a circle I hadn’t realized was still open.
He’d made all my dreams come true that night. And somehow, he just kept doing it.
“It’s…wow.” My voice came out breathless, too full for just one word.
