Page 38 of Entangled

“You forget one thing, sweetheart,” he teases, following behind me when I cross the lawn to his house. I know what he’s about to say, but it still makes me smile.

“You’re eighteen today. You’re legal. I can fuck you all I want.”

We’ve barely made it through the door to his house when he presses me against it and kisses me breathless.

“Is this why you brought me here, Mr. Reid? To have your wicked way with me?”

His lips trail a hot path down my neck. “You think I would pass up on an opportunity like this?”

Giggles climb up my throat when he nuzzles the hollow at my collarbone. “I have to get back before my brother wakes up. He leaves today, and I want to say goodbye.”

“I have a surprise for you.”

That makes me smile. “You do?”

“You think I would let my girl turn eighteen without buying her a birthday present?”

“Say it again.” I bite my lip, arching my neck for him.

“My girl?” His lips return to mine, hot and hungry.

“Does that mean you’re my man?”

“Hell yes,” he growls, palming my ass and lifting me up.

“Are you going to fuck me in front of a stranger again?”

“You liked that, huh?” He carries me into the kitchen, laying me down on the island in full view of the large window. The cool surface bites into my skin as he sears my inner thighs with his hot breath. His lips trail kisses over my sensitive skin, closer and closer to where I need him the most.

“The blinds…” I trail off, moaning when he presses down on my clit with his thumb.

“You’re eighteen, sweetheart. Let them watch me eat you.” His fingers hook in my sleep shorts, and he slides them off.

Grabbing my thighs, he spreads me wide open, blowing on my sensitive pussy.

“What’s the surprise?” I ask.

“Be a good girl for me, and I’ll let you have it after you’ve come all over my face.”

His stubble scratches the inside of my thigh as he bites down on my skin. I whimper, my hips bucking off the island.

“So eager,” he chuckles, his amusement vibrating against my clit. He licks it, causing me to gasp and pull on his short hair. “Any last words?”

“Stop being such a fucking tease, Mr. Reid,” I growl, falling back against the marble surface.

“It’s Grayson,” he replies with a laugh, then covers me with his hot mouth. God, he’s sinful, going to town on my pussy like he can’t get enough. My back arches off the island, and my hands drag across the surface to grip the edges.

Slapping my clit, he orders, “Moan my name when you come.”

Delicious shivers run down my spine as praises pour freely from my lips. His tongue swirls faster and faster, increasing in intensity until a wave of pleasure floods through my body.

Placing one last kiss on my tingling clit, Grayson straightens up. He steps back and licks me off his lips while he watches me catch my breath on his kitchen island.

As I sit up, he opens one of the kitchen drawers and hands me a brown envelope. Placing his hands on either side of me, he smiles against my lips. “Open it, sweetheart.”

“What is it?”

His lips brush up against the corner of my mouth, and he whispers, “Open it.”

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