Page 41 of Grady

“Do you like to swim?”

“What?”

He chuckled. “That came out of nowhere, didn’t it?”

“Yes,” she said, laughing.

“I have a pool, so if you like to swim you can bring a swimsuit.” He looked at her. “Or not.”

“I’d bet my last dollar that you swim in the nude, don’t you?”

“You’d win that bet.”

“Aren’t you afraid someone will see you?”

“I’ve got nothing to hide.”

Savannah laughed. “Now, that’s the truth.” She looked at him. “I’ll bring a suit, just in case.”

“Alright.”

“It still gets a little chilly in the evening though.”

“The pool is heated.”

“Well, we’ll see then.”

Grady nodded as he pulled into her driveway.

“Could you let Bentley out for a few minutes?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His pulse quickened as he followed her into the house, his gaze lingering on the sway of her hips. She disappeared upstairs to pack a bag, leaving him alone in the living room with his thoughts. He let the dog out, then sat down on the sofa, trying to calm his racing heart, but it was no use. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

When he heard her footsteps on the stairs, he stood up and walked over to meet her. She was still wearing that dress, and it hugged her curves in all the right places. He couldn’t resist leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, savoring the taste of her sweet lips.

“I’m glad you didn’t change,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “I want to fuck you against the wall. I want those long legs wrapped around my waist.”

She gasped at his words, her eyes widening with surprise and desire. He reached down and slid his hand up her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, and it was making him crazy with lust.

He slid his hand further up under her dress, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She moaned softly, her breath hitching in her throat. He trailed kisses up her neck, nibbling on her earlobe and whispering dirty things in her ear.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice low and husky. “Do you want me to touch you? To make you feel good?”

She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. He slipped his hand between her legs, moved the crotch of her panties aside and slid his fingers along her slit. She was already wet for him, and it turned him on even more. She moaned as he continued to touch her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured in her ear. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

He pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing her lacy panties. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

He slid her panties down her legs, and she kicked them off, leaving her exposed to him. He ran his hands over her body. He could feel her trembling with anticipation, and it only made him more excited.

He picked her up and carried her to the wall, pressing her back against it. He removed his wallet, took the condom out, unsnapped his jeans, lowered the zipper, shoved them and his boxer briefs down, then rolled on the condom.

He teased her, inching closer but not sliding inside her yet. He chuckled when she squirmed against him.

“Please, Grady,” she begged, her voice breathless.

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