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The guy’s jaw tightens. “I’ll go to the police.”

“And will be arrested for filing a fake police report,” I challenge.

The guy reaches out for me and Grant steps closer. His voice is alarmingly calm, but his gaze makes up for it. It looks like he’s going to happily break the guy’s bones. “Touch my girl and you’re going to lose an arm.”

“Leave. There’s nothing for you here,” I hiss.

The guy glances at Grant who looks like a pissed off grizzly right now, then hurries back to his car. I’m sure he’s going to call my parents, but I don’t care. I’m not throwing away my happiness. It’s worth defending.Grantis worth defending.

Grant lets us back inside and I know he’s going to check on me, but I’m buzzing. I’ve never done something like that strictly for myself. I stood up to someone, didn’t hesitate, and I’m finally taking charge of my own life and making it what I want.

“Baby,” Grant says soothingly. “It’s okay if you want to think about things.”

But I know I have nothing to think about. Just live my life with the man I have fallen for.

Chapter 12 - Grant

“That felt so good!” Charlotte says, turning to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes bright, smile intense. “I want you, Grant. I don’t want to go back home and that means ... I’m going to have you.”

I blink at her.

She walks to me, hooks her fingers in my belt, and tugs me against her. “I want you. Now.”

She’s panting, eyes dilating, her fingers quickly undoing my belt. I love that obvious sign of her desire. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me while taking off her shirt and tossing it. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me hungrily.

I groan and kiss her back, hungrily licking into her mouth, swirling my tongue with hers. I can’t make it further than the couch. I sit down with Charlotte on my lap. She tugs at my shirt, only pulling away from the kiss to jerk my shirt off.

“Baby,” I groan. “You want me that much?”

“Yes.” Then I see an idea spark in her eyes. She grins and slowly kisses down my chest. “You said lots of positions.”

“I did,” I answer, not sure what she’s getting at.

When she gets on her knees while kissing down my belly, I groan. “Charlotte, you want to blow me?”

“So much. Will you help me? Tell me what you like. Keep your hand in my hair so I can please you.” she asks, eyes as innocent as her words aren’t.

I nod, sure I’ll choke on my words. She drags my jeans and boxers down to my ankles as my cock pops up to greet her. She slowly uses her hands on me, gently circling her thumb around the head of my cock. She licks her lips and I slide my hand into her hair.

Her eyes flick to me as she leans forward and gently licks over the head of my cock. I nod. “Just like that, baby. Explore me with your tongue, then open wide and let me slide into your mouth. Suck and see what you like.”

She licks me again. “It’s whatwelike, Grant.”

I can’t argue, won’t argue when she swirls her tongue, then slowly wraps her lips around the head of my shaft. I groan and let my head fall back for a moment. I open my eyes, unwilling to miss the view of her slowly bobbing on and sucking my dick. She takes me deeper each time, using her tongue, sometimes forgetting to suck, but her mouth feels so good, her tongue is so wet and perfect.

When she gags around my cock, I nearly lose my mind. “Charlotte.”

I guide her slowly, drawing her eyes. I nod. “Let me guide you. Suck and lick.”

She does exactly that, sucking harder on my shaft when it makes me moan. Her cheeks hollow as her face heats, but her eyes, those damn beautiful eyes. She moans before gagging on me again. I start to pull her off, but she does it again ... and again, until she fits me even deeper into her mouth.

I can’t take it. She can make me come like this another day. I haul her up in my arms and get her on my lap. “Ride me, baby. You can make me come down your throat in the morning.”

She makes a pleased sound and struggles to grip my cock, so I help her. She slides right down and the second I realize I don’t have a condom is when I can actuallyfeelhow wet she is from blowing me. She gasps and grips my shoulders as her eyes darken.

“Grant,” she moans.

“I’m going to lift you off before I finish. I didn’t put on-”

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