Page 17 of One Night with Her Grumpy Orc

“Only if you want me to. I’m sorry, I got caught up in the moment.” I stroke gently up and down her arm, trying to gauge how seriously I’ve just fucked up. She hasn’t completely pulled away—there’s hope.

“Of course I want you to make that promise to me. But seriously, we need to work on your verbal bomb dropping timeliness.” My hand stops as I’m trying to process what she is saying to me. Is she saying that she wants to have my orc babies? “Put your lips on me instead of gawking at me, and kiss me, you big green fool.”

Shaken out of my stupidity, I do exactly as she instructs. Putting all my passion into the kiss. Nipping her bottom lip. Savoring the silkiness of her lips against mine. I keep my lower half still, as excruciatingly hard as it is, until her hips pump, a little at first, trying to find a new rhythm.

We get there, me sucking and kissing her nipples. Her hands in my hair and groaning with each tug of her nipples. I never want her to stop making these noises.

Her thrusts match mine, quickening faster, harder. “Grev,” she says my name again, this time with a twinge of urgency. “Fill me up. Please.”

The ‘please’ is all it takes for me to unleash my own inhibition. I match her pace, roaring in pleasure as she milks me, squeezing my cock as she comes.

Chapter 11

Betty

Painting a librarythat’s full of monster volunteers was not on my bingo card for this year. Of course, neither was sleeping with my quiet, grumpy orc crush. Or becoming an adult rebel with my parents. Sigh.

I thought Grev would laugh at me when I stumbled into the kitchen this morning in my old black yoga pants, pink sports bra peeking out from under my Beyonce off the shoulder sweatshirt, and my hair in a long braid down my back, instead of its usual bun.

But he quite literally has to pull his jaw off the floor as his eyes roam up and down my body. “You can’t paint the library in that.” It takes several tries for words to actually come out of his mouth as he opens and shuts it.

“And why is that?” I ask as I pour myself a cup of coffee. I notice he has tea in his mug. Make a mental note to ask Ravena for a quality black tea for him.

“Because everyone will stare. No one will get any work done.”

“You meanyouwon’t get any work done?” I smirk at him over my coffee.

“Well yeah, but also, I guarantee it will be hard for everyone else, too.” And just to make his point, he loops his arms around me and pulls me into a luscious kiss. His hardness, very apparent, pressed against my body.

We are late to the library.

But no one says anything about my outfit. Or the scent of Grev all over me. Though I caught Skerr and Flint giving each other looks, pointing from Grev to me. I ignore them and my burning cheeks and get to work.

Whether by accident or on purpose, Grev works at the other end of the wall from me. The tray of paint rests in the middle between us. The fresh white paint brightens the whole space and makes me want to repaint the rest of the library. But I’m guessing by the superintendent’s casual response to this disaster, it may take me years to get funding for that project. Besides, new books are more important.

I find my groove edging the corner between the wall and ceiling, stopping only to refill my little bucket of paint from the paint tray. Grev bumps into me when I’ve got both the tray and the bucket in my hands. Two things happen.

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