Page 69 of Mr. Wicked

At the time, I hadn’t responded.

I didn’t know if I could handle it.

I still didn’t know.

I just knew I wanted this man.

“Are you asking me if I’ve thought about your proposition? If I can be with you intimately and not grow feelings?”

Or more feelings, but I certainly wasn’t going to say that.

His hand lifted again, this time just below the wire of my bra. “Yes.”

Somehow, we were closer.

His other hand was lower on the wall, creating a cage.

Of Grayson.

“I just want to make you come.” His lips were now on my ear. This time, they were touching the shell, his exhales like waves of pleasure that were spreading straight to my nipples. “Not with my cock. I want to give you my fingers, so when I go to bed tonight, I can hold them near my face and smell you.”

Oh God.

My body was lit in a way that I couldn’t extinguish.

There was a fire, and it was spreading.

“Are you going to tell me you don’t want that?” He breathed against me, waiting a few seconds before he said, “Don’t lie to me, Jovana.”

I couldn’t deny what he already felt.

There was no question, I wanted this man.

I wanted him to take me to a place where all I felt was him.

I wanted him to make every sound of lust pour from my mouth.

I wasn’t going to answer his first question. At least not yet. Because it didn’t matter what happened between us tonight—my feelings wouldn’t change.

They were already there.

And they would still be there whether he got me off or not.

I also wouldn’t think of the repercussions of this.

Or of tomorrow.

All I would think of was right now.

His fingers.

How badly I needed to be touched, since the last time that had happened, it had been him.

He’d given me the most mind-blowing orgasm.

Over.

And over.

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