Page 35 of Comforting the Grump

“You don’t say.”

He grinned. “What can I say? I’m a dirty man.”

Like that was news to me. “I’m all for this kind of dirty.”

He fisted his own cock and gave it a few tugs. “I’m hard.”

The sight of his arousal, prominent and insistent, sent a rush of heat through me. “I noticed.”

He looked away. “Haven’t been this hard in quite a while.”

Was it because I was safe? Or because he genuinely thought I was attractive? Or had it been the rimming? It didn’t matter, but I was curious nonetheless.

I rolled on my side as well. “What are you in the mood for? I’ve been told I give good head, but I’m also excellent at hand jobs and, of course, my plump, biteable ass, which you seemed to appreciate, is at your disposal.”

I kept it deliberately light, and Marnin rewarded me with a snort. “What is this, a multiple-choice menu?”

“What can I say? I aim to please.”

“I would love to fuck you if that’s okay.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t I make clear that was one of the options?”

“Yeah, but…”

He was uncharacteristically insecure, which unnerved me. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know if I have it in me to be gentle. It’s been a while, and I’m beyond ecstatic it’s working again. Plus, you really are very sexy.”

I slowly turned on my back again and spread my legs. “Who says you have to be gentle?”

“I can’t guarantee… My definition of rough may not be yours.”

“Marnin, darling, I have a mouth that works very well. If it gets too rough, I’ll tell you to stop…and you will.”

“I don’t want you to regret this afterward…or hate me for it.”

His eyes, usually guarded and analytical, were open and vulnerable, and he touched something deep inside me. This was the real Marnin, the softer side he only showed those nearest to him, like Auden…and now me. “I doubt I could ever hate you. Besides, it’s not my first rodeo, and I really do appreciate a hard fuck. Go to town, darling.”

I wasn’t sure what else I could say or do to convince him, but apparently, we were good because he nodded, then reached for his bedside drawer and grabbed lube and a condom.

“I don’t need much prep after that rimming job,” I told him.

“You sure? You said it had been a while.”

I laughed. “With someone else, yes, but I have a whole collection of dildos to play with…and I do.”

His eyes darkened. “Now there’s a sexy visual… I bet you look real pretty, fucking yourself with those.”

“Happy to give you a show next time.”

Next time. Why was I talking about a next time? We both froze. Shit, would things get awkward now? “I didn’t mean?—”

“I knew what you meant. I won’t read anything into it.”

“Good.”

Anything else I wanted to say was wiped from my brain when he sank two slick fingers deep inside me without working up. The sting was mild but glorious, and I shivered with pleasure. He curved his middle finger and brushed against my P-spot. “Fuck, yes, right there…”

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