Page 213 of Mountain Grump

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The palm on my thigh shifts, and Ethan groans as he cups my pussy.

I widen my legs.

He keeps his hand flat and starts to rub.

Slow movements, but with enough pressure that my panties start to soak through.

“You wet, Bad Girl?”

A sound catches in my throat as he plucks at one of my nipples with his other hand.

I squeeze his forearms tighter. The sensation of feeling his fingers on me and feeling his muscles and tendons moving under my hands…

I feel him everywhere.

In my core.

In my throbbing nipples.

Under my ass.

Against my back as he rumbles with pleasure.

And I lose myself in it.

Music fills the room, and my heartbeat fills my ears as I lie draped over Ethan.

He slides his hand under my shirt, and the feeling of his hand on my bare breast pushes me that much closer to the tipping point.

I start to shift. Rocking my hips. Seeking more.

Wanting more.

The pressure builds.

My lungs feel hot.

And… his hand leaves my core.

I whimper. “No?—”

My panties are shoved aside, and fingers replace them.

“Oh gods.”

Ethan presses his lips to my temple as he pushes two fingers inside me.

I clench, my muscles squeezing, trying to keep him there, trying to take him deeper.

“So fucking hot for it.” His other hand kneads my breast. “So fucking hot for me.”

I nod. “Always.”

“Always.” He grinds his palm against my clit. “I like that.”

His breath is warm, and his touch is relentless.

He plays me perfectly.

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