Page 58 of Keeping You

“Having fun, I take it,” Zoey says, smiling so wide I’m sure her cheeks hurt.

“How can I not? Gorgeous wife, beautiful weather, tons of open space, and no work. Living the dream.”

My cheeks are flaming hot. Hearing him call me his wife to my friends is still so weird, but it also gives me the warm and fuzzies. The first thing on his list of positive things was me. It might have been a comment about my looks, but I also know he sees more of me than that.

“Well, ladies, Hannah and I have some plans today, so we should probably get going.”

I look at him with confusion, and he just winks at me. The girls laugh and each call have fun or bye before hanging up.

“Plans?” I ask.

“Yup. So you might want to drink up and get dressed.”

“And where are we going?”

“Surprise.”

I raise a brow at him, and he chuckles. “You’re going to like it. Promise.”

I quickly finish my coffee and take my cups to the kitchen. Grayson follows closely on my heels. As I rinse the cups, I feel his heat behind me as his arms trap me between his body and the counter. His lips find my neck, and the sound that comes out of me has me rolling my eyes at myself, because I sound so fucking needy. His lips dust over my exposed skin, and goosebumps erupt in their wake. His hand comes up and moves my hair off my shoulder, exposing more skin.

“In case you didn’t catch my comment earlier, you’re fucking gorgeous. Every fucking inch of you is perfect,” he whispers, and it takes everything in me to not melt into him.

“You’re also smart.”

Kiss.

“And strong.”

Kiss.

“Loyal.”

Kiss, and I melt, my back pressed against his hard chest.

“Spirited.”

Kiss.

“Funny.”

I turn in his arms and stare up at him. The smile he’s giving me now isn’t cocky or arrogant, but soft and full of something entirely different. He leans down and kisses each cheek and my forehead, but never my lips. It hits me that, despite us being intimate in different ways, he’s never actually kissed me. He’s kissed every part of my body but my lips.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when his teeth scrape my neck, and I moan. His hands find the backs of my thighs and lift me until I wrap my legs around his waist. He trails his lips everywhere, or almost everywhere, as he carries me to our room.

He drops me on the bed, and I watch as he quickly shucks his shorts to the floor before reaching for the belt of my robe and pulling it free. I slip out of it as he climbs on the bed. He reaches into the nightstand and grabs a condom, placing it beside him before he lies on his back.

“Come sit on my face,” he says, and I could not move any quicker.

I throw a leg over his chest and shimmy up until I’m in position. Before I can lower myself, his arms wrap around my thighs and pull me down so he can feast on me. I grab the headboard to steady myself and allow the pleasure to overwhelm me.

Grayson knows exactly what he’s doing. Every movement of his tongue has my orgasm building and my body tightening. I bite my lip as a moan is pulled from deep inside me.

“I want to hear you, Spitfire. No one’s home. I want to hear how I make you feel.”

His lips wrap around my clit, and I throw my head back as the most feral sound leaves me. I feel him grin against me as he continues to suck on my clit, drawing more and more sounds from me, each one growing in volume and unhingedness. Histeeth scrape over it, and I’m sent crashing into oblivion as my orgasm tears through me. When I come down from the high, Grayson rips open the condom and rolls it down his impressive cock. My mouth waters at the thought of him stretching me as he fucks me.

“Ride me, Spitfire. Use me. I want to watch you use me to get off.”

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