Page 68 of Well That Happened

One hand slides between my legs, teasing, testing while his tongue moves over my nipple.

I whimper, and he takes it as it was intended—don’t stop. He unties my scrubs and helps me shimmy out of them. My panties are next, joining the scrubs on the floor beside the bed.

“You’re already wet,” he groans, moving his hand back to the juncture between my thighs. “You want this bad, don’t you?”

I nod, breathless.

He kisses me again, lips barely brushing mine. “Good. I want to make you fall apart for me.”

His fingers move slow at first—just enough pressure, just enough teasing to make my hips buck toward him.

“You like that?” he murmurs, voice dark.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“You’re so warm,” he whispers, kissing just below my collarbone. “So soft.”

I moan as he slides a finger inside—then two. His thumb finds my clit, circles in steady, devastating strokes that make my whole body shiver.

“Let go for me, baby,” he breathes, watching my face like it’s the only thing that matters. “You don’t have to be strong right now. You just have to feel.”

And I do.

I rock my hips against his big hand, loving the way his thick fingers feel buried inside me while he pets my clit over andoverandoveragain.Gah.The man is laser-focused.

It’s heaven…

I’ve never met a man this obsessed with my clit, but I am here for it.

“Gray,” I pant out his name, pussy tightening.

“That’s it, angel,” he grunts, eyes half-closed as he gazes at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Come all over my fingers.”

The orgasm hits hard—sharp and hot and clenching around his fingers. I cry out, back arching off the bed, thighs trembling.

He stays there, holding me through it, fingers pumping slower, but not withdrawing and whispers sweet things I barely hear through the rush in my ears.

When I finally come down, dazed and panting, he kisses my neck and murmurs, “That’s one.”

I blink at him, dizzy. “One?”

He grins—rare and dark. “You think I’m stopping there?”

I let out a breathless laugh, then push him onto his back.

“Your turn.”

I push him onto his back and straddle his thighs, eyes trailing down his body as I tug his waistband lower.

He lifts his hips, lets me strip him.

And when he’s fully bare in front of me?

Holy. Hell.

I’d thought Caleb was impressive—and he is. Long. Smooth. Pretty in a way that’s almost artistic.

But Grayson?

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