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“I’m going to fuck you hard, Savannah,” he said against her lips before taking them in a passionate kiss.

“Yes, please.”

He didn’t need any more convincing. He thrust hard into her, filling her up completely. She groaned and cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He started to move, thrusting in and out of her with a steady rhythm.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, and it was driving him wild. He picked up the pace, pounding into her harder and faster.

He could feel her getting closer to the edge, her breathing becoming shallower and her moans growing louder. He leaned in and kissed her, their tongues tangling together as they moved in sync.

She came apart in his arms, her body shaking with pleasure. Grady came hard and a deep groan tore from his throat. They stayed like that for a few moments, panting and catching their breath.

Slowly, he pulled out of her and let her feet down. They stood there for a moment, his forehead against hers, looking into each other’s eyes.

“That was amazing,” she whispered.

He kissed her, then stared into her eyes.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

“I hope not.”

“I wasn’t planning to do that right now, but when I saw you. I had to have you.”

“I don’t have a problem with that at all.”

“I need to use your bathroom, then we can go.”

“Alright. I’ll use the one down here.” She picked up her panties and carried them with her to the bathroom.

Grady pulled up his boxer briefs and jeans, zipped them, then walked up the steps.

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After using the bathroom, Savannah walked to the back door to let Bentley in. He ran inside and barked at her.

“I’m sorry you were out there for a few minutes, but I was having hot sex against the wall,” she whispered then laughed when Bentley sat down, and tilted his head.

She looked up when she heard Grady walking down the stairs. That man was going to be the death of her, but boy, what a way to go.

“Hi,” he said as he leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms.

“Hi,” she said, and could feel the heat in her cheeks.

Grady smirked. “Darlin’, you shouldn’t be blushing around me anymore.”

“Pffft, you will always make me blush.”

He pushed off the doorframe, sauntered to her and took a few strands of her hair between his fingers, then he touched her cheek.

“You skin is like silk.” He grinned. “You’re blushing again.”

“Stop.” She laughed.

“Alright. I will for now. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes.” She got the leash for Bentley, hooked it on his collar, and led the dog to the living room.

Grady picked up her small overnight case, nodded toward the door, and they walked out. He opened the back door and Bentley jumped inside. Savannah opened the passenger door and climbed in, then Grady slid behind the wheel. He looked at her and winked, then laughed when she shook her head.

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