Page 41 of Tempting God

“Fine. Yes, Grant, I want this too. So much. So, so much.” I press my lips against his. “Was that convincing enough?”

“Very. Now, let’s get you in bed.”

“I like the way you think.” I give him a sweet smile. “But we need to lose a few pieces of clothing first.”

Reaching behind my back, I unclasp my bra, pulling it off. Grant catches it when I toss it at him.

“You have the most beautiful breasts, Greer.” He moves closer, palming one. “More than a fucking handful. I can’t wait to see these bouncing as you ride me.”

“I get to ride you? How progressive, Mr. Carter.”

He’s smiling as he hooks his fingers in the band of my thong. “Purely selfish, Ms. Blanc. Purely selfish.”

Slowly, he pulls my thong down my legs. When I step out of it, he brings the lace to his nose, inhaling.

“Fuck. You smell so sweet, Little Fae.”

My cheeks are heated. I love that he’s not embarrassed to show me how much I affect him. It’s sexy as hell. So sexy that I reach for him, pulling him in for a kiss. This kiss is different. Slow. Sweet. Full of promises.

I pull back, looking up at him. “Okay.”

“What was the question again?”

“Okay to all of it. Okay to seeing each other until this ends. Okay to riding you. Okay to being here, in the moment.”

“Okay,” he says back with a smile that makes him look devilish.

Our next kiss is full of heat. Heat that has me pulling him closer. Heat that has goosebumps lifting on my skin as his big hands roam across my body. Heat that I might get addicted to…

“Grant,” I pant. “Please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please fuck me.”

The words have barely left my lips when he walks me backward until my legs hit the bed. He breaks our skin-to-skin contact long enough to finish undressing and then we move onto the bed together. There was a time not too long ago when I’d be embarrassed that the lights were still on, but not today. Not when his hands and mouth are all over me, kissing and touching until I feel like I’m spinning into a whirlwind of desire.

My back arches off the bed when he sucks on my nipple.

“That feels so good, sir,” I groan.

“I love it when you call me sir,” he says, moving to my other breast. “It reminds me of that night at Unfortunate Souls.”

More heat rushes to my core and my clit throbs. I’m not sure if it’s because he mentioned the sex club where we first hooked up or because he likes it when I call him sir. Either way, I’m not mad about it.

He moves lower, his kissing a trail down my stomach. I groan when he nips my skin.

“Your curves turn me on so fucking much,” he says as he pushes my legs apart. “But not as much as this perfect pussy.”

I’d laugh, but he licks my seam, making me groan. He doesn’t stop licking and sucking until I cry out his name and I come on his tongue.

“Fuck. I’ve wanted to do that for years,” he says as he moves over me. “And you tasted as sweet as I knew you would.”

“Such a poet,” I tease.

His lips brush against mine. “I mean it. I’ve fantasized about you since that night at Unfortunate Souls. Imagined what would have happened if things had been different.”

“I have, too,” I admit. “Often.”

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