Reese

A spark flares to life between us, scorching my skin as fire builds inside me, looking for a release. I open my mouth just as he yanks me down and kisses me.

His lips are firm but soft, coaxing yet demanding at the same time, making my brain misfire as I open for him.

His tongue slides against mine in an erotic dance for dominance. He tastes like heaven and, God help me, I want to worship him for a while.

He grips the back of my neck, holding me to him so I can’t escape. But escaping is the last thing on my mind as I melt into him.

When I don’t think I can take anymore, he moves the hand from my neck to join the other beneath my shirt. He slides it up and waits for me to decide if I’m going to let him go any further.

The good girl inside me wants to hold back. Stick with kissing and use my big brain for a minute. But my inner slut always did have a louder voice. She wants me to get my ass naked, and assume the position, in case he comes to his senses and changes his mind.

I sit up a little and raise my arms, the movement forcing me down harder on his dick, and he groans.

As he pulls my T-shirt free, a breathy whimper escapes me that I’ll deny I made to my dying day, but Graves’s answering grin almost makes my embarrassment worth it.

With deft hands, he unclips my bra and slides it down my arms before tossing it away. His eyes move from my face to my chest, a hiss escaping his lips.

“Fuck me,” he growls before pulling me up higher so he can suck one of my hard nipples into his mouth.

I moan long and loud, a sound of pure sex that would make Lollie proud.

His large hands are splayed across my back as he switches to the other breast, biting down just enough to make me jump before he makes it better with dragging kisses.

“I want to taste every fucking inch of you. I want to see your pupils dilate while I slide inside you. I want to watch the changing expressions you make when you come all over my cock.”

“I second all of that. Motion passed. Permission granted,” I say, making him laugh. “But only if I can taste you too.”

Oh, he’s not laughing now.

“You want that? You want my cock in your mouth?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“You gonna suck me nice and hard before swallowing me down?”

If I didn’t know better, I’d think this man could see inside my brain. He seems to know where to touch me and what to say to make me lose the last tendril of control I was holding on to. I forget about everything else—my job, the gym, the guys. All that matters to me is the man beneath me and how quickly I can get him naked.

“I’ll do anything you want if you get naked.”

His grin is a wicked one, filled with dirty promises that should make me nervous, but that damn inner slut just shakes her ass in a come-hither motion.

Rolling so that our positions are reversed, he straddles me before ripping his T-shirt over his head.

“I’m trying really hard not to lick you right now. If my inner slut takes over, can you not hold it against me? She really has no manners.”

“Lick whatever you want. I promise I’ll return the favor.” To prove his point, he dips his head and licks a path down my chest, between my breasts to my navel. When he dips his tongue inside my belly button, I squirm.

Slipping his hands inside the waistband of my shorts, he looks up at me in question. I nod and lift my hips. He slides my shorts and panties down my legs before tossing them aside and spreading me wide.

Lightning flashes, flooding the room with light as Graves stares down at my slick, exposed pussy like it’s the answer to all his prayers.

He drops his head and swipes his tongue over me before sucking on my clit.

“Fuckity, fuckity, fuck,” I curse, which somehow comes out sounding like the cruder version of bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. But I can’t find it in me to care when he’s eating me like a prisoner on death row might eat their last meal.

“Yes, Graves, fuck.” He looks up at me with a grin as the lightning flashes, his chin wet with my arousal, before standing up and slipping off his pants.

He reaches for me and tugs me up before bending me over the sofa.