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“Please…”

Knowing she wants that too, I lift her off me and spin us around, pushing her down so her torso is on the bed now. She props herself up on her forearms, glancing back at me as I drag my crown through her slit.

“Don’t tease me.”

I give her ass a little slap. “Patience.”

“I need to come,” she whines, dropping her head to the comforter.

Sliding back inside of her slowly, she lets out an erotic moan when I push all the way in, bottoming out and circling my hips before drawing back out and repeating the process.

“Yes…oh, fuck!”

I must have hit the magic spot because she’s coming quickly, shaking and screaming into the mattress as I stroke her deep and hard, waiting for her to reach the end of her orgasm before I let myself take my own.

When the last drop leaves my body, I collapse onto the bed next to her, my hand covering my chest as I regain my composure. This is the third time we’ve had sex tonight, and as much as I want to keep going, I know we need to rest too.

I roll over and pull her into my chest, kissing her shoulder and running my hand over her stomach while she faces away from me. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You sure I didn’t hurt you?”

She glances over her shoulder to look at me. “No, Grady. You took care of me and gave me exactly what I needed.”

I rest my forehead on her shoulder now. “Fuck, I needed it too.” The yawn that leaves her lips makes me laugh. “I think it’s time we sleep though, Scottie.”

“Fine.”

After we both use the bathroom and put our clothes back on, Scottie turns on her side again, but this time I pull her closer to me, breathing her in as we drift off.

“What happens now, Grady?” she whispers as sleep overtakes us both.

“Now we sleep, Scottie. The rest can wait.”

Chapter sixteen

Scottie

“Grady…” My eyes peek open and see the sun cutting through the curtains on the window in our hotel room, but that’s not what woke me up. The man between my legs doing wicked things with his tongue is.

“Your pussy is so fucking addictive, baby.”

Burying my hand in his hair, I let him work his magic, exploding on his tongue in record time, which is astounding to me since I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me last night.

As soon as we went to bed last night, my body couldn’t relax.

My chest is wound tight, my hormones are running wild, and Grady said he would help me with whatever I needed—and what I need more than anything right now is sex.

All I could think about was the man lying beside me, the one who told me how strong and brave I was, the one who has been nothing but a constant in my life since he reentered it, and even back before we reconnected. This man that has told me numerous times how much I mean to him, and even though I’m terrified, I can’t keep denying how I feel.

I wish I could tell the future, that I could see that the risk of letting him in would be worth it, but it’s just not possible. What is worth it, though, is trusting him—something that I feel is the biggest obstacle we face, but one I’m ready to conquer if it means getting this right with him. I just know I have to take things slowly so I can get there.

Sure. Grady making you come until you can’t walk is taking things slowly, Scottie.

He’s just scratching an itch for me that he created when he impregnated me with his super sperm, okay?

As soon as I come down from my release, Grady crawls up my body, kissing my stomach where our child is growing on his way up, hovering over my face as he reaches my head.

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