Page 17 of Vengeful Secret

“I missed you, too,” she says quietly.

I lick my lips, looking down at her and trying to decide what to say next. I don’t want to scare her off. I don’t want to upset her.

She looks up at me, her eyes widening slightly, her mouth parting as if she’s about to speak, and I can’t help myself—I lean down to kiss her.

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SUTTON

His mouth crasheson mine as I’m trying to process the fact that he misses me.

I was about to tell him that it doesn’t matter how much we’ve missed each other, but then all the words went out of my head as his lips devoured mine.

I part my lips, opening my mouth to allow his tongue to slide inside, dragging against my own, and I moan into his mouth before I know what’s happening.

My arms go around his neck as I sway closer to him on the bar stool, my cosmopolitan forgotten.

Gray pulls away first, and I find myself pouting, wanting more even as I hate myself for it.

“Do you want to go somewhere a little more private?” he murmurs against my ear, and I shiver at how deep his voice is, not trusting myself to speak.

I just nod, and Gray nods toward the bartender to tell her he’s leaving, signing the printed-out tab quickly before standing up and leading me to the back.

As I walk by, Sarah grins at me, and I groan.

She’ll be asking questions for days, and it’s not like I can tell her the whole truth. She doesn’t know anything about me and Gray’s past.

My head is spinning—not from the alcohol but from Gray’s nearness, the way he smells of soap and gunmetal and sandalwood. I’m thrust back into the past immediately, unable to help myself.

He can’t keep his hands off me as we walk to the back, his hands trailing along my back as he kisses me, and I’m grateful no one is in the ladies’ bathroom as he kisses along my neck, shoving me into one of the stalls.

Thank God the music is booming, because when Gray slides his hands up my dress, pressing his thumb against my clit, I moan so loud everyone would have been able to hear me.

Heat consumes me, particularly between my thighs, and I can’t wait to have him inside me.

I’m kissing him as he kicks the door closed with one foot, his mouth on my throat.

He kisses me there over and over, sucking little marks where his lips have been.

I gasp, my skin on fire under his hands. They’re everywhere, trailing down my back, grabbing handfuls of my ass.

He moves back between my legs, jerking my panties to the side and sliding his fingers through my wetness with a groan.

Gray lifts me up, slamming me up against the far wall, unzipping my dress and pulling it off me effortlessly.

I stand there in just a pair of panties, having foregone a bra because my dress is backless, and Gray licks his lips as he looks down at my slender frame.

“You’re still so fucking beautiful.”

I flush. I have stretchmarks on my stomach and breasts now from the way they grew full when I was pregnant with Ciara, and I don’t feel nearly as beautiful as I'd felt five years ago, so it’s good to hear him say that.

Gray’s already straining the fabric of his gray slacks, and I put my hand on his waistband.

I unbutton his slacks and free him, my mouth watering as I watch his cock bounce up against his flat belly.

Pleasure rockets through me, and Gray kisses my throat, pressing his thumb against my clit while sliding two fingers up inside me, testing my wetness again.

I cry out, arching my back, and Gray curses in Gaelic under his breath.

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