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“Reach for it, little one. I’m not going to last much longer,” he growled out. “Use your hand.”

Her cheeks went pink, but she was so close to coming that any embarrassment from playing with herself in front of him was pushed aside as she slid her hand down and started flicking at her clit in a way that she knew would get her there the fastest.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he rumbled as she hit her tipping point, and his thrusts became frantic.

He groaned, and she moaned, coming together. Their bodies slick with sweat pressed close, as he reached under her and pulled her up, fisting her hair and twisting her head back so that he could reach her lips as he came inside of her.

Then there was a knock at the door.

Both of them froze, as if they were wondering if they hadn’t actually heard it.

Then it came again.

She squeaked and tried to move, but he held her to him and gave a short thrust, before pulling out.

“Garrett!” she whispered frantically. All he did, however, was pull her in closer and grab her breast with one of his hands.

That felt good.

Wait!

She was supposed to be mad!

“Yes?” Garrett chuckled, and she elbowed him. “What was that for?”

“I’m naked,” she whispered.

“So?” he whispered back, running his nose along her neck.

“That’s probably your grandmother.” His nose edged along her collarbone.

He was making it really hard to stay mad at him.

Wait, was she mad at him?

“So...” He chuckled again, this time against her ear.

“I’m naked!” she whisper-yelled.

“And you have my come dripping from your sweet pussy.”

“Garrett!” she screeched.

“Okay, you two! Breakfast” Eleanor laughed, pounding on the door once more before her footsteps could be heard moving away, down the hall. “I can’t believe you…” Her words died as he grabbed her chin and tilted her head back to kiss her. Suddenly, she didn’t remember why she was mad. She couldn’t remember anything but him still inside of her and his lips on hers.

“Now let’s go wash that sweet pussy,” he growled out and rolled with her in his arms, carrying her to the bathroom.

Chapter 12

Garrett

Hehadn’tknownthatpeople were actually waiting on them or he might have hurried things along.

It wouldn’t have actually stopped him from fucking her again before their shower, or from licking her pussy during, but he might have not fingered her on the counter after.

She blushed and gave him a side-eye and he rethought that.

He couldn’t help himself. She was just that damn addicting.

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