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That was a diplomatic way to put it.
Stripping out of my skinny jeans, I tried on the first garter, leaving my pale pink lace panties in place. The red looked too contrasting against the pink, but the fabric was soft and hugged my body well enough.
I was going to call Fallon over to get her opinion, but I could hear her talking to the owner of the store, so I didn’t bother. Unhooking the red garter belt, I placed it carefully on the plush velvet chair in the corner of the fitting room, then picked up the black garter. The lace panel had a slight stretch to it, and as I pulled it into place and secured it, I turned around to look at myself in the mirror. Bunching up my sweater, I got a better understanding of how the lingerie sat.
It covered me from mid-waist down to the tops of my thighs. It was more modest than I initially thought, but somehow that made it sexier. Like stripping was more pleasurable for the viewer when there was less skin to see in the beginning.
I fingered the lace at my waist, tipping my head from one side to the other, and I tried to decide whether I really liked it enough to buy it. Or should I sayGraysonwould buy it. It was his money I was spending, after all.
Did I need a new garter belt? No, probably not. I had no intention of letting Finnan get his hands on me dressed like this. If he wanted to fuck me, he had to do it while I was in period panties and a training bra.
My eyes darted up when the velvet curtains parted unexpectantly, and the man who had been haunting my thoughts since he left abruptly this morning filled the space.
“Grayson?”
Beyond the dressing room, the front door of the lingerie shop opened and closed. I strained to hear Fallon, but it was quiet except for my racing pulse and Grayson’s hard breathing.
“Where have they gone?”
His voice was like gravel when he spoke. “Away.” His long fingers skimmed down to my ass, then between my legs. He rubbed between my thighs, forcing me to widen my stance. Leaning down, he bit the side of my neck, making me draw in a surprised gasp.
He rolled his tongue against the bite, soothing away the sting he had caused. His other hand traveled under my sweater to cup one breast, pulling away the light pink lace cup that matched my panties. My nipples instantly hardened for him, and he growled against my neck.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched us in the mirror. Me in a garter belt and panties, with my sweater up to my chest and my cheeks, flushed with color. And Grayson stood behind me like a god. Tall. Broad through the shoulders. His hair brushed against my cheek as he sucked lightly on my collarbone.
An impatient snarl bubbled up between us, and he jerked back, taking the hem of my sweater and tugging it off my body.
I shivered.
His now darker blue eyes met mine in the mirror. “I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t be able to see straight. Hands on the mirror in front of you.”
I placed my palms against the cool surface and braced myself for what was to come. Grayson’s big palm brushed my hair from the side of my face. His breath was hot as he whispered exactly what he intended to do to me into my ear.
“I’m going to eat your pussy again. Ineedto have that taste on my tongue. While I lick and suck at you, I’ll slide two fingers inside and pump them in and out. I’ll make you so wet for me. Tell me you want that too, baby,” he said against the skin of my neck. He licked my pulse point, making my heart leap in my chest.
He bit me this time, taking the chords of my neck in between his teeth and applying just enough pleasure that I turned to liquid in his arms. My hands came off the mirror as I slumped backward, and it was only Grayson’s strong arms banded around me that kept me upright. He pressed me forward, urging me to assume that same position as before. When he was sure I would stay there, he tore my panties from my hips but left the black garter belt in place.
His hips surged forward, and I felt his hard cock pressing between my ass cheeks. A delicious ache formed between my legs, and—as if sensing it—Grayson slid his fingers between my folds to rub it away.
“Jesus, you’re wet, lass,” he moaned against my shoulder.
I writhed against his body, undulating against him.
Grayson rubbed my clit, circling the sensitive bud until I was bucking against him, moaning his name, arching my back, and rolling my hips to try and get more friction.
“My greedy girl,” he said with a masculine chuckle. “You want more?”
Drawing my face closer to his, he took my mouth in a bruising kiss while one finger—then another—slid inside my slick channel. The sensation of him filling me sent shocks of pleasure through me. I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound. He pumped his fingers inside me, curling the ends to brush past the most sensitive part of me.
Unexpectedly, I came with a scream.
“That’s right, baby, come for me,” he said against my mouth before claiming another kiss. When we broke apart, I was panting, feeling every single one of my nerve endings like they’d been set alight and left so he could watch them burn. I glanced in the mirror as he dropped to his knees and wrapped his strong fingers around my thighs—making room for his broad shoulders.
He licked me, and because he was behind me, I could see the flash of his tongue in the mirror’s reflection as it lashed against my clit. The erotic scene made that deep pressure begin to build once more, and I was helpless against it.
“I’m coming again,” I whispered, my breath fogging up the glass. “Jesus, I’m coming, Grayson. I’m coming.”
He grunted, upping the speed of his tongue. I was riding the edge of my orgasm, and when Grayson bit the inside of my thigh, I screamed my release. I came so hard that I did see those stars he promised I’d see.
