Page 61 of Grim’s Angel

“Again.”

He bites harder.

My fingers twist into his hair.

His hand opens my jeans and pushes inside my panties. Two fingers slide through my wet folds.

“Already soaked.”

“Then stop wasting it.”

A rough laugh moves against my breast.

His fingers find my clit.

The first stroke makes my hips lift toward him. He circles it while his mouth moves to my other nipple.

My breathing breaks apart.

He pushes one finger inside me, followed by a second.

My pussy closes around them.

“Grim.”

His fingers drive deeper, curling as his thumb returns to my clit. The pressure builds quickly, sharpened by the scrape of his beard across my breast and the heat of his body holding me against the wall.

I reach between us and palm his cock through his jeans.

His jaw tightens.

“I need you inside me.”

He withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth.

I watch him lick them clean.

“Take off your jeans,” he says.

I push them down with my panties and step free.

Grim opens his own jeans, releasing his thick cock. The swollen head glistens beneath the office lights.

I wrap my hand around him.

His eyes close for one beat.

“Touching me isn’t going to get you fucked faster.”

“It appears to be improving your mood.”

He catches my wrist and pins it beside my head.

“Smart mouth.”

“You like my mouth.”

“I like every part of you.”