Page 104 of Forty, Flirty & Fake-ly Yours

"I can think of worse ways," I murmur, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. My fingers linger on her cheek, and she leans into my touch.

"Like what?"

"Like not being here with you," I say, my thumb tracing her jawline.

"You're getting good at this, Mr. Dixon.”

"I have an excellent teacher.”

Her hands find their way to my chest, her fingers playing with the buttons on my shirt. "And what lesson is this?"

"The importance of spontaneity," I say, my heart pounding in my chest. "And the value of a well-timed escape."

She laughs softly, her breath warm on my skin. "Is that what this is? A well-timed escape?"

"It is if it means I get to be alone with you.”

Her eyes darken, and she leans in, her lips brushing against mine. I can taste the sweetness of wine on her lips, and I deepen the kiss, my hands pulling her closer.

The sounds of the chaotic dinner party fade away, replaced by the soft sounds of our breaths mingling, the rustle of fabric as our bodies press closer. The pantry, once a simple storage space, becomes our own private sanctuary, a hideaway from the world outside.

I can feel the heat radiating from Roz’s body, and it sends a swell of desire pulsing through my veins.

"You know," I murmur, my voice low and husky, "I've been thinking about this all day. About you. About us."

Roz's breath hitches, and she presses closer to me, her hands sliding up my chest to wrap around my neck. "Oh yeah? And what exactly have you been thinking about?"

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper, "About how much I want to taste you. To feel you. To make you mine in every way possible."

"Grayson..."

"Shh," I murmur, my hands sliding down to cup her ass. "Let me show you."

I capture her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth to tangle with hers. She moans softly, her body melting against mine as I explore every inch of her mouth. I can feel her heart racing, her breath coming in quick gasps as I deepen the kiss, my hands roaming over her curves.

"God, Roz," I groan, my lips trailing down her neck. "You drive me absolutely insane, you know that?”

She tilts her head back, giving me better access to her delicate skin. "The feeling is mutual," she pants, her hands fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.

I help her, quickly shedding my shirt and tossing it aside. Her eyes widen as she takes in my bare chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. "You're so hot, Mr. Dixon,” she murmurs, each syllable sliding slowly off of her tongue.

"And you're got too many damn clothes on,” I growl, my hands reaching for the hem of her dress. I pull it up and over her head, revealing her lacy bra and matching panties. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of her, her curves on full display.

"Fuck, Roz," I groan, my hands reaching out to cup her breasts. "You're perfect."

She blushes, her hands covering mine as I squeeze and knead her soft flesh. "I'm glad you think so.”

I lean in, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth through the lace of her bra. She gasps, her back arching as I suck and nip at the sensitive rosy bud. I can feel her body trembling, her breath coming in quick pants as I lay the tip of my tongue around her areolas.

"Grayson," she moans, her hands fumbling with the buckle of my belt. "I need you. Now."

I help her, quickly shedding the rest of my clothes before turning my attention back to her. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, I slowly slide them down Roz’s legs as I kneel before her.

She steps out of them, her body trembling with anticipation.

I look up at her, my eyes locked on hers as my tongue traces a path up her inner thigh. She shudders, her hands gripping my shoulders for support, and I can see the desire in her amber eyes, the need burning bright and hot.

"Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

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