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I let out a small moan.

“We should…go to bed,” he says but I can tell he wants anything but that.

“We should…” I trail off as his hand presses my ass so that my hips collide with his, our bodies creating a “v” around Licorice.

“What if…” This time he trails off.

“What?” I ask, looking into his eyes in the dim light of the room.

“What if we changed our agreement?” Holy shit. Is he wanting to make this physical? Do we both want that? Do I really want that? I mean, yes, Gray is hot as fuck, but can I handle that?

“Like what?” I inquire.

“Like…we could be more physical,” he offers as his hand strokes my backside.

I lick my lips. “How much more physical?”

“You tell me when to stop,” he says as he picks up the kitten and places her on a pillow on the other side of him and then he pulls me flush against his body, against his erection. Shit, am I about to see all of Gray? God, I hope so.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Grayson

“Breathe, Roxy,” I say in a low voice as I run my nose along hers. Damn, her body feels so good against mine. I know we shouldn’t do this. It’s a bad idea. It may actually be my very worst idea, but right now, all I can think about is Roxy’s insanely hot body. I’ll admit half the reason I put that cardigan on her was to cover up her body from anyone seeing it. That dress left little to the imagination. Fine, that’s a lie. My imagination had zero trouble imagining me peeling it off her.

She lets out a breath and I press my lips to hers again. Her hands touch my chest and then move up to my hair. She scratches my scalp with her nails and fuck that feels good.

“Keep doing that,” I urge as I grip her ass harder. She has the perfect ass. I need to see it. I’ve never needed to see an ass more than hers. I push down the waistband of her pajama bottoms until her entire ass is exposed. Then I purposefully kiss her jaw and neck and peer over her shoulder down at those fucking perfect ass cheeks. The thought of them bouncing as I fuck her from behind clouds my vision.

She places one leg over my hip and starts grinding against my cock as she moans.

“That’s right, baby, make yourself come,” I demand as I press myself against her hot core. My hands come around her waist and I slide a hand inside her pajama bottoms and then slip inside her panties. Her bare skin is hot and wet as I slide a single finger along her folds and then gently circle her clit. She moans again.

“Don’t stop!”

I keep going, wanting to see her come undone from my touch. Her eyelids are closed and her long lashes tremble against her flushed cheeks. She’s gorgeous. Far more gorgeous than any other woman I’ve been with.

My finger circles her engorged flesh, rubbing wetness around as my other hand grabs her breast, my thumb flicking against her nipple.

Her hips grind faster and my cock feels like it’s going to burst. Her hand comes between us and I feel it slide into my sweatpants. She wraps her hand around my tip and then the top half of my cock that she’s not grinding against and God damn, she feels good.

“Fuck yeah,” I whisper against her jaw.

“I’m so close,” she says as I feel her growing wetter, her flesh becoming more swollen. I find a rhythm with my fingers, and when she starts to tremble, I try to keep up the pace which is hard because I’m nearly coming myself with her hand stroking me.

“Right there, don’t stop,” she says in a breathy voice and then her body goes rigid as her lips fall open in a silent cry. Something about watching her unravel from my touch pushes me over the edge. Her strokes pick up pace as her body relaxes, and within seconds, I’m coming all over her hand.

We both pant, our hands still touching the other’s body, but no longer moving. I pull my fingers away first, bringing them up to my mouth to lick them. Her eyelids flutter open and she watches me, her hand still on my cock, wet with my release.

“That’s hot, Gray,” she says with a smirk as she reaches behind her and grabs a tissue. Then she pulls her hand free and wipes it off but not before she brings it to her mouth where she licks it clean.

I groan. “Fucking hell, Roxy. Are you trying to one-up me?”

She giggles. “Maybe,” she says, drawing out the last syllable.

I grin at her and she grins back. I’m about to suggest we take this to the next level, when all of a sudden, she looks over my shoulder, and her eyes go wide.

“Where’s Licorice?” she yelps as she sits up and looks around the room.

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