Page 42 of Tempting God

The shocked expression on his face has me laughing.

“What? Is it that hard to believe?”

“I just assumed you hated me. Despised me, if we’re being honest.”

“Love and hate are two sides of the same coin.”

He groans. “Please don’t quote your grandfather when I’m about to fuck you.”

This has me laughing.

“I have to admit that I kind of love that you know Grandfather used to say that. Not many people seem to remember his little sayings.”

“I remember,” Grant says as he softly kisses me.

Those two words hold so much power.

“Thank you.”

I’m the one kissing him this time. My fingers thread through his hair, pulling him close. There’s something so intimate about kissing. It’s not my favorite act to do, but it feels natural with Grant. I find myself rushing toward another orgasm and end the kiss.

“I need you inside of me.”

“I can do that.”

He holds himself up with one arm, making the muscles stand out. God. That’s so sexy.

“I like the look in your eyes, Little Fae.”

“Just appreciating how sexy you are, sir.”

His smile is devilish as he positions his cock at my opening. Slowly, he slides in. We both exhale when he’s fully inside of me. His pace is different than on the plane. It’s slow and consuming. Heat builds deep inside of me until I feel like I’m close to burning up.

“Please,” I beg. “I need to come.”

Another torturously slow thrust has me moaning.

“Grant. Please.”

He’s watching himself slide into me. The look in his eyes is heated. Possessive, even.

“It gets me so hard knowing how much you want me, Little Fae.”

“Does it make you hot knowing I want you to fill me with your cum?”

I clench my inner muscles, earning a groan out of him.

“Dirty girl,” he says as he thrusts. This one is harder and has me holding onto his shoulders.

“Only for you, Mr. President.” His gaze snaps to mine and I smile. “What? We both know you’re going to win. The public loves you and that has nothing to do with the Brotherhood.”

“Fuck. That might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

I gasp as he thrusts into me again. His pace has me rushing toward an orgasm and I cry out his name as I come. He’s right behind me, groaning as he shatters. When he’s done, he presses his forehead against mine.

“That was…” He shakes his head. “Amazing.”

“Agreed.” I wiggle beneath him. “You gonna move off me?”

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