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Evelyn rubbed her lips together, focused on where he fisted his dick, pumping down the length before sliding back up and gliding his thumb across the new bead of moisture collected at the head.
Her eyes came back to his. "Why are you so wet, Grady?"
He knew what she was doing and he was going to give her exactly what she wanted right out of the gate. No questions asked. "Because I was imagining what it would be like to fuck the hell out of you in front of that mirror."
He was no stranger to taking matters into his own hand, but this was the first time he'd done it with an audience. He'd never be able to look at jacking off the same way again.
Evelyn watched as he fucked his fist, the flush on her cheeks deepening with each pump of his hand.
Grady leaned forward, bracing himself against the counter as he leaned in to trail his lips along her neck. "Do you like this, Ev? Seeing what you do to me?"
"Yes." The admission rushed out on a breath.
"You're going to have to return the favor then." He worked himself faster, flicking his wrist at the end of each stroke. "Because I want to see how pretty you look when you play with your pussy."
Now that he'd started, there was no limit to the fantasies he could conjure up. Fucking Evelyn from behind while they stared at each other in the mirror. Kneeling between her parted legs as he watched her finger herself. Planting his face between her thighs while she smothered those sweet sounds she made with the pillow he slept on at night. Fucking her into the mattress until they were both breathless and slick with sweat.
He yanked the hand towel from the loop, barely managing to get it in place as his balls pulled tight, sending him spilling into the terrycloth while Evelyn watched, pupils dilated, lips parted, skin flushed.
It was fucking intense.
And made it impossible to pretend that this little distraction wasn’t turning into something way more complicated.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EVELYN
"EVELYN."
Evelyn jerked awake at the sharp sound of her grandmother’s voice, head snapping up from where it rested against something much firmer than her pillow.
"What?" She flailed around, struggling to detangle herself from the mass of blankets and cowboy tangled around her. "What's wrong?"
Her grandmother stood at the open bedroom door, looking slightly less polished than normal. She was already fully dressed in her standard slacks and a gauzy blouse left open at the neck to display a necklace that probably cost more than the house they were currently staying in, but her hair seemed a little flatter. Her pants had the tiniest bit of wrinkling in the fabric and the lines around her eyes were a little more pronounced. "Why hasn’t your alarm clock gone off?"
"Because it's only four fifty-eight, Gram-Gram.” Grady's deep voice was gravelly with sleep. He grabbed Evelyn around the waist and pulled her down against him. "We've got two more minutes."
Her grandmother huffed loudly before her footsteps carried down the hall.
"I think she's mad." Evelyn tried to ignore the hard press of his skin against hers, but it was impossible and left her wishing they had more than two minutes.
"I think I don't care." Grady's hand curved around her ass, palming the fullness of her cheek. "And she's not mad. She just doesn’t know how to make coffee."
Evelyn groaned as her grandmother started banging around in the kitchen, as if she had any clue what to do with the items found there. "Why is she up so early?"
“To be fair, she slept in compared to yesterday.” Grady’s fingers teased along the hem of her shorts as her grandmother’s banging got louder. “She’s not used to being alone, is she?”
“I don’t know that she’s ever been alone.” As long as she could remember, her grandmother had Bernard at her side. Even back when her grandfather was still alive, Griselda spent most of her time with the man who handled nearly every aspect of her life. “Bernard’s always been with her.”
“And now he’s not and we’re the ones being punished.” Grady yawned, scrubbing one hand down his face. “I might be willing to pay to fly him back here if it will keep her from waking me up every morning.”
“You stay here.” Evelyn peeled her body away from Grady’s, sliding out of bed. "I'll go make her coffee. Maybe she’ll quiet down."
"Too late. I’m already awake." Grady tossed back the covers and strode around her bed, looking ridiculously sexy, all rumpled and sleepy and hard.
Evelyn looked him over. There was no way she could avoid it. "If you go out like that she'll have a heart attack."
"I know. I thought I was going to have to call the squad yesterday." One hand went to the front of his briefs, adjusting the rigid line of his morning erection as he flashed her a devilish grin. “Might be worth it. We could have a little peace.”
