Page 87 of Vengeful Secret

“I think it's time for bed.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Rose jokes, and I cackle, feeling better than I have in weeks.

Gray holds out his hand, and I take it. He pulls me up and close to his chest, uncaring that his silk shirt is getting wet.

“Oh,” I murmur, leaning up to kiss him, and he kisses me passionately as if no one else is there.

My friends giggle.

“You can swim as long as you like, ladies,” Gray murmurs, still looking down into my eyes. “There’re fresh towels and robes in the bathroom just inside. I’m taking my girl to bed.”

Rose and Sarah whoop and holler as I laugh, and Gray leads me inside, putting a robe around my shoulders.

I hurry upstairs with Gray right on my heels and just as the bedroom door shuts, his hands are on my ass, pulling me to him, letting me feel his erection.

“You’re not mad at me for skinny dipping?” I ask against his mouth when I’m able to take a breath.

Gray chuckles. “No. Makes me hot to see you having fun.”

“I had so much fun,” I breathe. “More fun than I have in years.”

“That’s what I wanted for you. That’s why I wanted you to go to this dinner party.”

“You were right,” I say, and then put my hand down his pants.

Gray shudders, gripping on to my ass even harder.

I wrap my fingers around his thick cock, pumping slowly, and he looks down at me with hooded green eyes.

I drop to my knees, feeling heat pool between my legs as I free him from his sweats and boxers. I’ve always loved the curve of him, how heavy he feels in my hand, on my tongue.

I draw him into my mouth slowly, focusing on the head, and he puts a hand on the back of my head hesitantly.

I look up at him with my mouth full, relaxing my throat, and he groans low in his chest and starts to thrust.

I gag and choke, tears streaming down my face, but when he slows, I scratch along his thighs to encourage him.

Finally, just as he begins to pulse on my tongue, he jerks my head up, popping me off him.

I pout at him, and he chuckles.

“Always so eager, aren’t you,a ghrá?”

“Only with you,” I murmur, and he pulls me up, shoving off my robe, putting his hands on my breasts, rubbing against my pebbled nipples.

It makes heat spear through me, and I climb onto the bed.

He hooks his fingers through the sides of my panties, ripping them off, and they tear on one side. The sound of the ripping fabric makes my head spin with pleasure.

Gray growls. “I was going to devour you, but you got me so close I might come on the sheets like a teenager if I do.”

I giggle. “Sorry.”

Gray hums and slides his hand down between my legs, cupping my sex and slipping his thumb back and forth across my clit.

He plunges two fingers inside me, pumping in and out quickly, and I arch my back.

I’m getting so close so fast, probably because pleasuring him pleasures me.

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