Page 42 of Sighs By the Sea

She's moving up and down against my lap, fucking herself on my hand, and I let her take the lead. This pleasure is solely for her; mine is seeing her get it. "Gray! Yes, right there!" she belts out like a singer on her last note of a concert.

My fingers are choked by her pussy growing tight. She's barely moving now, her mouth open in a silent 'o'. “That’s it, Maggie. Come for me.” My dick is crying, pleading with me to not forget about him. But I don't give a fuck. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, my mind screams. She deserves this, and I'm going to be the one to give it to her.

Her mouth bites onto my shoulder, stinging even through my clothes. I thumb her clit, and she lets out a gasp, "Oh fuck! Yes, Grayson, I'm coming! I'm coming. I'm…" her voice trails off as her legs begin to shake. I need that. To capture that ecstasy. I crush our mouths together, and she sighs into me, her tongue languid as she rides through her orgasm on my hand.

With a final sigh, she pulls back. "Holy shit, Grayson." She smacks my arm. "Why didn't we do that right away?" I'm chuckling as I press a quick kiss to her lips. "It wouldn't have been that good if we hadn't waited." But even as I say it, I feel eyes on me. Someone probably saw all of this. It's the middle of the day in a busy parking lot.

I quickly withdraw my hand from Maggie's pants and push her back in a flustered panic. Her back hits the steering wheel, setting off the horn with a loud honk. She jumps at the noise but then giggles, the sound light and carefree. She's still on my lap, her pants undone, when my cousin taps on the window. I try to wave her away, but she motions for me to roll it down. With a heavy sigh and an eye roll, I lower the window just a crack.

"What?" I snap.

“Oh my god, Gray!” she exclaims, her broad smile only making my already flushed face burn hotter.

I roll the window down a bit more, feeling the embarrassment rise further when I notice the fogged-up glass. “Go away, Andy,” I say, trying to sound stern. She just laughs harder and swings the door open.

“No. Your boat's leaving in twenty minutes, and Roger still isn’t here.”

I groan as Maggie climbs off my lap and back into her own seat, quickly fastening her pants and straightening her blazer.

“Fine. I’ll call him. Can we get a moment?” I ask, trying to regain some composure.

“That’s all you need?" Miranda teases with a smirk, then glances at Maggie. "Sorry about that."

“Mind your business, Andy,” I grumble, wiping my hand on a napkin from the door. Ashamed doesn’t even begin to cover how I feel. I should have taken Maggie somewhere proper, made love to her the way she deserves. Doing this in a car feels too cheap for someone like her. But I’m also going to have a word with my nosy cousin about boundaries.

After a quick adjustment of my pants to hide the evidence of our heated moment, I step out of the car. Maggie tucks in her shirt, buttons her blazer to cover the missing buttons, and joins me.

She smiles at me across the car as she smooths her hair. “I’m good. Ready?” she asks, her voice calm and collected.

I nod, and the three of us start walking toward the Sanderson Tours building.

Maggie

Ifollow behind the striking woman who’s the spitting image of Tilly. This must be Grayson's other cousin, Miranda. Her short black hair is styled neatly at her shoulders, and she’s wearing what looks like a Chanel dress. Gold hoops dangle from her ears, matching the elegant jewelry adorning her wrists and neck.

As we step through the front door, Miranda turns and gives me a mischievous smile. "Need anything? Towel? Condom? Cold shower?"

Grayson shoots her a dark look, but I laugh, trying to lighten the situation. We've been caught, and if I don’t make light of it, things could get awkward fast. "Detective Maggie Parker, sorry you had to witness that."

Miranda waves a hand dismissively. "Please. I used to walk in on my sister and her man all the time. I know how many freckles that man has on his ass. So, are you the girlfriend he’s been moping over?"

Grayson growls from where he’s leaning against the wall. I give him a playful look and smile. "Uh, that’s still up in the air." Riding the high of what was undeniably the best orgasm of my life, I shoot Grayson a wink.

"She’s not my girlfriend. What are we, fifteen?" he grumbles.

Miranda hooks her arm through mine, ignoring him completely. "Hush, Gray. Go call Roger while Maggie and I chat." To my surprise, Grayson listens to his bossy cousin and leaves. Miranda leads me to the back glass-walled office. The room is filled with personal touches—photos of twin boys, sunsets, and even a brooding picture of Grayson. I pick up the frame, noting how his hair was longer and his eyes looked...empty.

“That was the day he got out,” Miranda says from behind me. “He was…grumpy.” I chuckle, setting the picture back in its place. "That much hasn’t changed."

She snickers. "And it never will."

She turns around, giving me a quick once-over before tapping her chin thoughtfully. "You two are heading out somewhere, right?" I nod, glancing down at my disheveled outfit. She spins on her heel and opens a closet. "Let me find you a new shirt. It might be a bit loose in the chest, but we can’t all be perfect."

I laugh at her light-hearted jab while she sifts through her wardrobe. She pulls out a bright green shirt, tilting her head as she evaluates it before handing it to me. When I see the designer label, I try to hand it back. "No way can I borrow a Ravella!" The blouse must cost a fortune.

"Oh, yes you can. My cousin is stubborn, and this will make you look hot hot." I have to admit, the muted green would go great with my auburn hair.

Without hesitation, I slip off my ruined shirt and put on the new one, not bothering to shy away from Miranda’s gaze. She studies me with an appraising look. "God, you’re gorgeous. It’s a pity you wasted your life being a cop. He’s going to flip."

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