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“Touch that pretty pussy for me,” he commanded, his voice husky. His eyes lifted to meet mine. “I need to see you play with what’s mine.” I watched as his eyes dropped down the length of my body, over my valleys and dips before lingering on my core once more.

I need.

He needed this, more so than I did. I could see now that he’d been holding back this entire time. His body was tight, his muscles tense, corded like the snakes on his arms, ready to strike. He’d been holding back for me—to protect me. “Grayson,” I whispered, wanting—no, needing him to look at me again.

When he did, he was barely holding on. “Carrie, please,” he begged.

I brought my left hand to my breast, cupping it as my other hand slithered down between my legs. My fingers brushed my already swollen clit, my body jerking in response. A ragged breath left him then. “Again.”

I rotated my fingers once more, rubbing the spot I knew would make me feel good, whimpering as pleasure slowly began to bloom. I wanted him to see what he did to me, how much I wanted him, how I was ready for him. I wanted to be his and his alone. There was no one else who would compare.

Joseph Grayson had me in his grasp since he let me go.

“Grayson,” I breathed, my fingers moving in continuous circles as my eyes fluttered closed.

“Fucking good girl, aren’t you?”

I pinched my nipple on a moan. I heard movement, then I felt his body heat near my legs. “I know you’re beautiful,” he said roughly. “You are a work of art, made to be admired by a man like me.”

My skin felt hot, my body buzzing as it tightened, ready for release.

“Look at me,” he growled.

My eyes snapped open to find him standing directly between my legs, his chest heaving as he watched me. My fingers moved faster, driving me closer to oblivion. “I’m going to come,” I rasped.

He stroked his jaw. “I know.”

Suddenly, he was looming over me, his weight braced on his hands beside my head, keeping his body above mine, not touching me. His scent filled my nose as he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine, trailing over my cheek and back to my ear. “You want to know something else?” he taunted, his rough facial hair tickling my nose.

Pleasure was burning through me now. If he said another word, I would ignite.

“I know you’re worth it, Carrie Hale.”

My back arched the bed as my climax took over, my body moving on its own. I latched my arm around the back of his neck, anchoring myself to him as I cried out, my thighs shaking. He moved then, shifting his weight to one hand and shoving the other between us. My eyes closed as he touched my spasming clit, my body jerking. He pressed down on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I saw stars behind my eyelids, moaning his name.

With a growl, he shoved a finger inside me. My eyes shot open, and he was above me again, his eyes like ink. “Say yes,” he bit off, his jaw tight as his moved his digit in and out of me repeatedly. Just to torture me more, he pressed his thumb to my clit again.

I nodded rapidly. “Yes.” He shoved in a second finger. “God, yes,” I cried, both of my hands shooting into his hair as I writhed beneath him, his hand fucking me mercilessly.

“What did I say earlier, hm? About what I was going to do to you?” he clipped, dropping down to his elbow so that hand could yank my hair.

A raw sound escaped my throat, ragged and breathless, a second climax forming as his teeth scraped over my neck. My hips started rocking against his hand, fucking his finger back. The sounds of my pussy filled the room, followed by my pants and his harsh words. “Say it,” he growled, looming over me again. “What’s your bounty hunter going to do?”

I whimpered. “Split me open on his cock.”

In a flash, he removed his hand and he was gone. Then, I was flipped around, my feet on the floor. I felt a hand go into my hair, and my head was shoved down into the mattress. I heard the buckle of his belt open, followed by the zipper. A second later, he pressed his hips against my ass, the warm, thick length of his cock nestled between my cheeks. I whimpered at his size.

“Brace yourself, Sunshine,” he warned, his palms smoothing over my ass.

Chapter 27

Grayson

“Brace yourself, Sunshine,” I warned, barely holding onto my fucking sanity here. The image of her bent over, my aching cock between her cheeks, her soaking wet cunt waiting to be filled, was about to send me over the edge and I hadn’t even been inside of her yet.

Her head was turned to the side, her eyes closed, her face flushed with pleasure. Her curls were wild—untamed from my fingers being in them. Her skin was flawless, light brown freckles scattered across her spine. Her ass was carved by the fucking gods, her thighs delicious and thick, and the rolls on her back made me want to take my time with her. Explore her. Treasure her. But there wasn’t time for that now.

I needed to fuck her.

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