Page 42 of Dare to Rock

Her body, already on the edge, convulsed immediately, gripping his fingers as she came. “Grey,” she cried out and rode out her climax, a sight so fucking beautiful it was seared in his memory forever.

When she fell back against the seat, limp and sated, he pulled her dress down, covering her sex. With her sweet pussy out of view, he hoped he’d make it home without dying first. He’d broken into a sweat himself and pushed his hand hard against his cock to calm himself down before he could even think of driving again.

Without warning, a knock sounded, and both he and Avery jumped in surprise. He turned to see Rick gesturing for him to roll down the window. He’d forgotten about their shadow, and clearly Avery had as well.

Grey shot her a wry glance, made sure she really was covered up, and hit the window button. “Hey, man.”

Rick rested an arm on the top of the car and leaned down to look inside. “Just making sure everything’s okay here.”

“We’re good. We just had something to discuss.”

Rick treated him to a knowing smirk. “Well, you might want to keep moving before someone notices you.”

“Right,” Grey muttered. “You’re off duty till morning,” he informed the man.

Rick tapped the top of the car and headed back to his vehicle.

“Oh my God,” Avery said in a horrified moan. “If he’d come over a few seconds sooner...”

At the thought of another man seeing Avery undressed, Grey’s protective instincts rose to the surface. “And that’s another good reason to head home.” Along with his aching cock and the driving need to bury himself deep inside Avery as soon as humanly possible.

Chapter Eight

Avery normally wasn’t a multiorgasm girl, so she was surprised she was aroused again by the time they reached Grey’s apartment. Of course, she’d immediately noticed how hard he was from giving her pleasure, and she wanted to reciprocate. She wanted to hold his hard, stiff length in her hands and taste his cock with her mouth. She didn’t think she’d ever had these thoughts about a man before, and for sure they’d never aroused her to the point of needing to come again so soon.

Grey was about to turn into the parking garage and waved as Rick passed them, his job for the night complete. Grey parked in the underground garage. He came around to her side before she could even get her door open.

“I’m not sure I can wait much longer,” he said, and pulled her out of the car.

“Grey!”

He lifted her into his arms and strode to the elevator. The private elevator that led directly to his floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.

“You’re spoiling me,” she murmured. “I mean, a girl could get used to this kind of treatment.”

“That’s the point.”

She rested her chin on his shoulder, her cheek against his, and blocked out his words. Short term. She couldn’t allow herself to get attached to her musician.

Not hers. “God.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked as the elevator opened and he let them into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind them.

She slid down his hard, toned body, her breasts and nipples feeling every hard ridge and plane of his chest. Her fingers itched to touch bare skin. Indulging her desire, she pulled up his shirt and slid her hands along his flat stomach and six-pack abs.

He groaned, his body shaking beneath her touch, and a thrill slid through her. She didn’t have much experience, and a lot of it came from Grey, so the knowledge that she could make him tremble more now than years before did things to her female ego. She scraped her nails up his chest until she reached his nipples, drawing her fingers over the distended peaks.

“Are you trying to push me over the edge?” he asked, leaning forward and nipping her on the ear.

She moaned and arched into him. “Maybe.”

“Maybe it’s time to turn the tables.” He pulled her dress up and over her head, leaving her dressed in flimsy panties and a barely there bra.

His hot gaze raked over her, admiration settling over his handsome face. “Look at you,” he muttered, sliding a hand beneath her hair, around her neck, and pulling her in for a scorching kiss.

His tongue tangled with hers, while at the same time, he backed her up until her legs hit the couch. She toppled backward onto the soft cushions. She adjusted herself, letting her sandals fall to the floor.

She kept her gaze on his, watching his every movement. He stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. Pulled a condom from inside his wallet before removing his shorts, taking his boxer briefs with them. Finally he stood before her, his naked body a thing of beauty.

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