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But it’s Grady’s husky demand, “Be a good girl and come on my fingers, Genevieve,” that causes my release to wash over me like a tsunami.

I grab his wrist, not letting him pull away until I ride out this wave of pleasure to the very end. It pulls me down until it’s almost too much but at the same moment, I hope it goes on forever.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Grady groans into my neck, still rubbing his cock against my ass.

It’s all too much—a level of ecstasy I’ve never met before—but more than anything it feelsright.

As I come down from the euphoric high, Grady’s movements become more frantic, his breathing even more ragged. My body is shaking from the best orgasm I’veeverexperienced but that doesn’t stop Grady as he continues to grind into me. His fingers slip out of my throbbing center, and he puts all of his attention on my sensitive clit—rubbing and pinching at the perfect speed to bring me to another climax without pushing me too far.

Except this time when I come from Grady’s fingers, his body goes rigid against mine and he lets out the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. Deep, guttural,primal.

I relax into his body and watch his hand slide out of my shorts and up to his mouth. “Fucking perfect,“ he groans as he sucks my arousal off of his dexterous fingers. When he notices me watching him, his hooded eyes drop to my mouth. “Want a taste?”

I nod my head, my lips parted for him.

He slips his still wet thumb into my mouth, and on instinct I suck.

“Taste what I do to you.” He slips his thumb a little bit deeper, and I catch it between my teeth.

When he pulls his hand back, we stare at each other for a long moment. There’s no need for words at this moment. What Gradyand I just shared feels long overdue yet like a dream I’m scared to wake up from.

I sheepishly ask, “Did you… uhm…” I don’t want to embarrass him, but I also want to make sure that he found his pleasure tonight.

He gives me a small, sleepy smile. “Yes, Genevieve. Finger-fucking you made me come in my pants like a teenage boy. Which is fitting, considering you were the star of teenage Grady’s spank bank.”

A disbelieving laugh slips out. “Yeah, okay,” I say as I pull him tighter around me.

“I’m serious,” he chuckles. “The things I’ve dreamed about doing with you,to you, are filthy.”

“Just like your mouth, apparently,” I tease but the memories of a few minutes ago sends another jolt of wet heat straight to my core.

“You bring out a different side in me,” he whispers while gently brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. I like the idea that only I’ve ever brought this disciplined man to his breaking point. That his dirty words and possessive arousal aremine.

I attempt to turn around, ready to strip and straddle him right here, but his arms lock me into place.

“We are going to bed now. Like I said, I’m in no rush with you, Viv. I’m going to drag this out until you’re as addicted to me as I am to you.”Too late.Grady already feels like my own personal form of heroin. “But I promise you can have my cock however you want next time.”

Content with his promise, I snuggle in for the night, the high of my climax replaced with satisfied exhaustion. “In my mouth is preferable,” I murmur.

His tortured groanmakes me laugh.

I kiss the bicep I’m using as a pillow and close my eyes. I drift off to sleep surrounded by Grady’s warmth, with the pleasant soreness between my legs and his fingers lightly running against my neck like a silent lullaby.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Grady

I’m helping Knox and Lucas clean up after dinner as the kids play on their new trampoline. It’s the least I can do after they invited the three of us over and cooked a homemade lasagna. Knox swears that he doesn’t cook, he only drinks. The cooking is all Lucas.

It surprised me at first, but I really don’t know Lucas. He grew up in Amada Beach and was in Calypso’s grade, but they were never friends growing up. So, everything I do know about him has come from Knox, who is a lovesick husband and gushes about him constantly. It’s adorable and nauseating. Mostly because I don’t think Arielle and I wereeverlike that. Not even when we were newly dating, before my ACL tear, before Stella was born, after the girls were born. Never.

The only other times I’ve seen people this in love are with my parents and Blake and Adrian.

It’s a feeling I’ve always wanted for myself, and maybe that was another reason why I kept Arielle away from my family. Visiting always made it glaringly obvious that my marriage was not like that at all.

Not for the first time, or even the hundredthtime, I think about how my dad said heknewthat Adrian was the man for his daughter. And how my dad has said the same thing about someone for me. Someone that I didn’t marry.

“When is your dad going to step down?” I hear Knox ask Lucas by the sink. I’m wiping off the table but turn around at the news that Stanley’s planning on leaving his companies. Lucas’s dad is the owner of the construction company and hardware store in Amada Beach. It’s been a staple to the community before my family even moved here.

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