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“You’re a talented actress,” I said.

“Even with all the drama it would create within your family?”

“Fuck them,” I said.

Her eyebrows shot up. “What?”

“Fuck them. Both of them.” I slid across the couch, my hand sliding up to cup her jaw. “Whatever happened between our parents, that’s their baggage. Not ours.”

Her eyes widened and then she smiled.

I kissed her. I wasn’t thinking about my dad or hers. Fuck all of them. I wanted this. We were grown adults and didn’t have to listen to our daddies’ bullshit.

23

GRACE

His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that ignited every nerve in my body. I melted into the kiss, my hands sliding up his chest and then to his shoulders as I pulled him closer. The taste of the spicy meal on his tongue. Too many days of restraint unraveled in that single moment. I arched against him, desperate for more.

I broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against his lips, “I want you. Right now.”

His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide. “Good. Because I have to have you.”

“Don’t stop.” I shoved at his shoulders, guiding him back against the couch cushions. My hands went to the hem of his shirt and jerked it up, revealing the hard planes of his chest. He pulled it over his head and tossed it somewhere behind me. I trailed my mouth down his neck, nipping at the pulse point that hammered under my tongue. He groaned, the sound vibrating through me and heightening my own arousal. His hands gripped my waist, hauling me onto his lap.

I straddled him, feeling the thick ridge of his cock pressing against the thin fabric of my skirt. Heat pooled between my thighs as I rocked against him, chasing the friction. His hands roamed under my top, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts before he tugged it up and over my head. My bra quickly joined the pile growing on the floor. Cool air hit my skin, but his mouth was there immediately, sucking one nipple deep while his fingers teased the other. Pleasure spiked sharp and electric, and I moaned, grinding harder.

I needed more. I slid off his lap and dropped to my knees between his spread thighs. My hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing him. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. The tip already glistening, proving I wasn’t the only one in desperate need of relief. I wrapped my fingers around the base and stroked once and then again, watching his stomach muscles clench.

“Grace,” he rasped, one hand threading into my hair.

I looked up at him through my lashes and leaned in, dragging my tongue along the underside from base to tip. I swirled around the head, then took him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked. Inch by inch, I worked him deeper, my hand stroking what my lips couldn’t reach. His hips bucked involuntarily. I pressed my free hand to his thigh to steady him.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he muttered, his fingers tightening in my hair. I bobbed faster, taking him deeper each time until the head nudged the back of my throat. I swallowed around him, loving the way his breath hitched. I pulled off with a wet pop, then licked a stripe up the length before sucking him back in, using my hand to twist and stroke in tandem. He was throbbing against my tongue, and the power of it made me ache.

I kept going until his groans told me he was on the verge. I released him and stood, shimmying out of my skirt and panties in one impatient motion. He pulled a condom from his pants pocket and pushed them off his legs. I climbed back onto his lap, naked now except for the heat between us.

I took the condom from him, tore it open, and rolled it down his length with deliberate slowness, teasing him just a little more. Once it was on, I positioned myself above him and sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. I was already wet for him. My inner walls clenched around him until I was fully seated. We both groaned. I paused, adjusting to the fullness, then began to move. I rose up on my knees and slid down again. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, lifting and pulling me forward.

We started slow, savoring the feeling of being joined again. I couldn’t believe how much I missed him. Missed his body.

“Kiss me,” he murmured.

I leaned in and captured his mouth with mine, our tongues sliding together in a desperate dance that sent heat flooding through my body. His hands tightened on my hips as I started to move, rising and falling on him. He jerked me against him, making us both gasp into the kiss.

God, he was addictive.

I rocked harder, my breasts brushing against his chest. The friction built into a delicious ache. His tongue explored my mouth, claiming it, while his hands slid up my back, one tangling in my hair to hold me close, the other keeping a firm grip on my hip. The kiss broke only for air, both of us panting. I decided I liked breathing him in and claimed his lips again, nipping at his lower lip and sucking it gently between my teeth. Pleasure coiled tight in my core as I rode him, taking him deeper with each roll of my hips, the stretch and fullness perfect.

He groaned against my mouth, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust up to meet me. The couch creaked beneath us, but I didn’t care. I kissed him harder, pouring everything into it. His hand slipped between us, finding my clit and circling it with just the right pressure. I cried out into the kiss, my movements growing erratic as the orgasm built fast and fierce.

“Micah,” I moaned, breaking the kiss to bury my face in his neck, teeth grazing his skin. He drove up harder, relentless, until I shattered around him. Waves of pleasure crashed through me. I held on, kissing him again through the aftershocks, soft and lingering now as he followed me over the edge, his body tensing and pulsing inside me.

My forehead dropped to his with him still inside me. It felt like I’d just run a marathon. I couldn’t catch my breath. His hands slid up and down my back.

“You good?” he asked.

I laughed. “I don’t know.”