“O-ohhhh, oh, oh,” I chant the mumbled word until it's unrecognizable. He’s lavishing my hypersensitive bundle with rapid flicks of his tongue. My vision goes fuzzy around the edges. The only thing I can concentrate on is Grady’s mouth devouring me. “D-don’t s-stop. I’m almost t-there.”
A sharp bite to my pulsing clit is the final shove. My legs begin quaking as a tremor whips through me. The cork keeping me bottled up explodes with a shattering bang. I soar to the thunderous clouds, splitting in a hundred pieces. My eyes roll all the way back, lashes fluttering out of control. I’m a twitching puddle of elation, floating somewhere between reality and fantasy. I’ve never had this type of intoxicating pleasure thrumming through my veins. Anything before this moment pales in comparison.
Hot. Fucking. Damn.
I’m still attempting to regain feeling in my limbs when Grady pulls away. The grin he’s wearing is the cocky assurance of a job well done. I couldn’t agree more. Hell, this man deserves a raise.
I’m dizzy and seeing stars, but his handsome face flickers into focus. Grady wipes the back of a hand over his mouth, those emerald pools glittering with more temptation. I will my drained muscles to recuperate.
He sucks on his bottom lip. “Fucking divine. I’ll gladly eat you for every meal.”
I manage to cup his scruffy cheek. “I like the sound of that.”
His lips drift along my thigh. “Breakfast in bed is my new favorite.”
“You’re dirty.”
“Thanks to you. I get to have you on my tongue all day.”
“Oh, that sounds even better. My turn.” I try to tug him into me, but he resists. “C’mere, Gray.”
A swift shake of his head follows my demand.
I try again, pulling harder. He doesn’t budge. “Why? Where do you have to go?”
“Work.” His tone rings with finality.
If my body was cooperating, I’d spring up straight. “What? Didn’t you take more time off? You were just in a serious accident.”
He frowns at me. “I need the money, Sutt. Sitting around on my ass isn’t paying the bills.”
“But you need to heal.”
“Didn’t hear you complaining about my well-being five minutes ago.”
I glance away as fire singes my cheeks. “That’s different.”
He laughs. “Yeah, it’s a lot more fun fucking around with you. Wanna play hooky?”
That gives me pause. Posts need to be scheduled. I think about the invoices piling up. I’m sure there’s a stack of emails waiting for me. One of my clients is calling me at noon. I’m not sure where my phone is.
He must read the hesitation in my expression. “That’s what I thought.” Grady stands and the towel drops to his feet. He looms a foot away completely nude and apparently off-limits. I force myself upright for a decent view. It’s a solid consolation prize, quite literally.
Grady turns and struts to the dresser. His ass is firm, sculpted male perfection. I want to nibble on those muscular globes. He peeks over his shoulder, very much catching me in the fine act of ogling. A smirk kisses his lips.
“Naughty girl. Keep staring and I’ll never let you leave.”
I squirm at the invitation.
“You like that idea?” He palms his dick, giving the iron shaft a leisurely stroke.
I nod. “Need a hand?”
Grady shakes his head, that girthy length still disappearing into a tight fist. “I can handle it. You give me plenty of material.”
A pout sticks out my bottom lip. “Team effort?”
“Don’t be sad. You’ll get a turn.”
