He grabs me and lifts me so that my back is against the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Can you hold me like this?” I ask.

“Let’s try it and see,” he says, as he rocks his hips and his dick slides slowly inside me. He holds my ass cheeks firmly in each hand as he lowers me onto him. He fills me up slowly, giving me time to get used to his size. I hold tightly to his shoulders as he bottoms out, pushing as far inside me as he can go. “Does that feel good?” he asks as he pulls out, and pushes back in, raising and lowering me with his hands on my ass. He stares into my eyes as he fucks me.

“Grady, please,” I say. He snakes a hand between us and finds that little nub of pleasure, and he stays completely still inside me as he massages it. I desperately want him to move.

“Please what?” he teases as he watches my reactions, like he’s trying to predict what will feel the best.

I grab his hair and force him to look into my eyes. “Please fuck me, Grady,” I say succinctly.

He unwraps my legs from around his waist, and I cry out in protest as he pulls out of me.

“This isn’t what I wanted, Grady,” I almost growl.

“Hush, Clifford,” he says as he spins me away from him, pushes my back so I fall forward a little, braced against the tile wall, and he slides inside me again. “God, you’re so tight,” he says.

“Or you’re just so big.”

He chuckles and slaps my ass. “Flatterer.”

His hand snakes around to my front, and he massages my clit as he fucks me, using slow, full strokes. And in what feels like mere seconds, I’m coming apart around him.

He comes only moments later, and I feel the weight of him as he relaxes a little against me. He kisses my shoulder, and then pulls out. He reaches for the soap and washes himself clean, then hands it to me. I can barely move. I feel like I have been wrung out like a wet rag. “You okay?” he asks, brow furrowing.

“You just came inside me,” I say, somewhat shocked.

His eyebrows shoot skyward. “Didn’t we agree that was what we were going to do?” He suddenly looks confused. “Did I misread…?” He stops and stares at me.

“No, that was what we said.” I chafe my thighs together. “It just feels weird.”

He laughs. “That’s what’s bothering you?”

“Yeah.” I shove his shoulder. “Get out so I can clean off.”

“I just came inside you, Evie,” he says. “You don’t have much to be modest about now.”

I turn my face into the spray of water and say, “Go away, Grady Parker. I need to clean your come off my lips.”

He stares at me, still confused.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom. Ever.” I admit it softly as heat creeps up my cheeks. “It feels…strange.”

“It’s not like come is dirty, Evie,” he says, but he’s still grinning.

“It’s not dirty, but it’s wet and slippery, thank you very much.” I press my palm against his face and push him backwards, away from me.

“Oh.” He grins at me. “I’ll give you a second.” He gets out of the shower and I take a minute to wash and then I follow him into the bedroom wearing a towel.

“So, how surprised were you? With the dance?” he asks, as he flops back on the bed and lifts one arm to rest above his head. He is completely naked and completely unashamed. And to be quite honest, Grady has nothing to be ashamed of, nothing what-so-ev-er. I toss the corner of the sheet over his groin, which makes him laugh.

“The sex?” I ask. I don’t look at his face as I crawl toward him. “I wasn’t surprised by that at all. I knew we’d be explosive if we ever got to do it.”

He huffs as he recognizes I’m messing with him. “I didn’t mean the sex,” he says, and I finally look at his face and take in his grin. “But it’s good to know that I met your expectations.” He pulls me close to him, wrapping an arm around my towel-clad body. “I meant the dance. ‘Thriller.’ All the people.” His brow suddenly furrows. “No one told you, did they? You looked surprised.”

“Nobody told me, Grady. It was a total surprise.” If someone had asked me before tonight, I’d have said flash mob proposals were cheesy. But tonight was anything but cheesy. “I always knew I’d marry you, though.”

He lifts his head to stare at me. “How did you know?”

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