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And holy hell, am I enjoying this ride.
My body gives way before I even know what’s happening, and I cry out as I start to come, my walls gripping onto him as pulse after pulse of pleasure racks through me.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Squeeze me with that perfect cunt,” he murmurs as he wrings out every last ounce of my energy.
He keeps driving into me as my orgasm starts to wane, and he shoves up hard twice then lets out a low growl as he starts to come. I watch his face as it screws up with pleasure, and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything more gorgeous than Grayson Nash as he gives into the pleasure he’s taking from my body.
“God, I love you,” he murmurs as he carefully pulls out of me and sets me down. I feel his come as it oozes out of my pussy, and he reaches down to feel it, too.
His eyes absolutely light up as he feels the hot come he just pumped into me. He slides it around, focusing on my clit, and there’s something so hot about feeling his semen as it combines with my own juices that the edges of pleasure start to pulse around me again.
I fly into a second orgasm, my body quaking as I grip onto his arm for support. If I don’t grip onto him, I’ll collapse onto the floor.
His mouth shifts down to mine, and he kisses me slowly, sensually, as he keeps fingering me through my orgasm. I drag in a heavy breath as the intensity fades, and he pulls his fingers out.
“Goddamn, that was hot,” he mutters.
“Wanna help me bake now?” I ask brightly, and he laughs. “I’m teasing. I actually need to sit for a minute. And maybe a cup of coffee or a diet Coke or something.”
“You got it, Cookie.” He lifts me into his arms.
I smile at him as I wrap my arms around his neck. “You haven’t called me that since…”
“Since I found out your real name? Yeah. But you once told me some people call you that, and I think it fits.” He sets me down outside his first-floor bathroom and nips a kiss to my lips. “Be right back.”
He returns a minute later with a washcloth and my pants, and then he gives me some privacy.
I take care of cleaning myself up and getting dressed again, and I collapse on his couch for a few minutes. He joins me with a cup of coffee.
“How do you like it?” he asks.
“Cream and sugar? Or…sugary creamer?”
“You got it,” he says, and he brings me a bottle of vanilla creamer.
He settles in beside me as I sip my coffee, and we just take a few beats to be together. It’s lovely. It’s how I envision our future—quiet moments on the couch as we sip coffee and enjoy each other’s company.
It feels like these moments are going to be fewer and further between as his season gets underway, so I will bask in every single one that I get.
Once my cup is empty, I force myself off the couch to get started on the day’s tasks. Grayson helps me out, and he makes me lunch and forces me to eat when it’s time. He forces dinner down me, too, and the way he takes care of me is really sweet.
He helps me where he can, and by the time we hear the doorbell telling me my brother and his family are back from the baseball game, my last batch of petit fours is done, and all I have left to do tomorrow is decorate the ones that haven’t cooled yet.
I’m exhausted.
Between two orgasms this morning then being on my feet baking all day, I’m not sure I’ll be much fun at tomorrow night’s ball.
And it’ll be weird pretending not to be in love with him for Beckett’s benefit.
I rush to the door to greet my nieces since I haven’t actually seen them yet, and they both yell, “Auntie Ava!” when they see me.
I squeeze them both, and we’re regaled with tales of the fun day this party of four had. I can’t wait to see what life’s like for them when they’re a party of five.
But first, we have to get through the charity ball tomorrow night.
Chapter 47: Grayson Nash
Do You Want to Bang It Out
