Page 58 of Sealing the Deal

The elevator opens. I don’t hesitate. I scoop her up, her laugh breaking free as she wraps her legs around me, the friction sending shots of undiluted need through my body. I carry her into the apartment, and straight to my bedroom, kicking the door open and setting her down on the bed just long enough to take her in. I’ve always loved the light. The airiness and open space. And right now, with the wintry sun still pushing through the windows, I’m absurdly grateful for every inch of that light so I can see the beautiful woman before me. Every line. Every curve. The way she looks at me like I’m not the only one who’s been holding back too long.

My mouth presses back to hers, only breaking from the kiss to wrestle with our clothes, leaving them tangled and abandoned. She shrugs off her sweater and bra to reveal the perfect curve of her breasts, nipples pebbled with cold and want. Finally, I tug away the cute little strip of lace panty, already soaked for me. I want to see all of her. Now. A low growl escapes the back of my throat.

I kick off the rest of my clothes and then we’re naked, my dick hard and springing forward.

Flic bites her bottom lip, eyes taking me in. “Wow, you’re… huge.”

She grins, and I chuckle.

“And you’re perfect,” I reply.

I lean in again, slow this time, letting the moment breathe, resting some of my weight on my forearms and letting the rest press her into the mattress. When my mouth claims hers again, it’s in a soft, searing kiss. I trail my lips down the line of her neck. She tilts her head instinctively, giving me access. I kiss along her collarbone, lingering there, breathing in her sweet and spicy perfume, loving the way her body responds to my touch as goosebumps break out across her chest.

I lower my mouth to her breast, my breath hot against her skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my lips brushing the curve of her breast before taking her nipple in my mouth. She gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me there as I tease her with my tongue, circling slowly, sucking gently until she’s arching into me.

“Grayson—” Her voice is breathless and full of a need that almost has me moving her legs apart and pushing into her, burying myself to the hilt. But no way am I rushing this moment. If all we get is this one night together, then I’m making every second of it count.

My lips move to her other nipple, worshipping her with my mouth, my hands sliding down to her hips. My cock throbs, aching to be inside her, to feel that tight heat wrapping around me. Another groan tears from my throat.

“Flic.” I draw back, grazing my lips against the tip of her nipple until she arches into me. “This might be one night, but it isn’t just fucking, OK? I just wanted you to know that. This is something else.”

“I know.” Her reply is breathless. “But Grayson?”

“Yeah?”

“You’d still better fuck me senseless and make me come.”

My laugh comes on an exhale as I kiss my way down her stomach, relishing the way her breath hitches as I reach the soft curve of her hips. She’s trembling already, her thighs parting for me like an invitation I’d be a fool to ignore. I settle between her legs, my hands spreading her open as I lean in, inhaling the scent of her arousal. I’ve never wanted anything more.

“You’re so hot,” I murmur, my breath ghosting over her slick center before I close my mouth over her clit. “And so fucking wet.” I breathe against her.

Her moan is immediate. I swirl my tongue in a slow circle that has Flic pressing harder against my mouth, crying out. I continue teasing her with my tongue until her hands are tugging at my hair, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Grayson—” Her voice trembles with the same desperation I feel coiled in my groin.

I slide a finger into her, slowly at first, feeling her tight heat clench around me. She’s so wet, so ready, I groan against her, losing my mind and not giving a damn.

TWENTY-SIX

FLIC

Grayson’s mouth is relentless, his tongue working me in a rhythm that has me teetering on the edge. There’s no space to think. All I can do is feel. Grayson’s fingers move inside me, hitting that spot that makes my whole body tighten.

“Fuck,” I choke out, my voice breaking as the pressure builds, tightening low in my belly until I’m shaking with it. He quickens his movements, his strokes deeper, harder. “Grayson, please⁠—”

He doesn’t stop. If anything, he intensifies, his mouth sealing over me, fingers moving deep, and then I’m gone. A wave of ecstasy crashes over me, tearing a scream from my throat as my body bows off the bed. The pleasure is all-consuming, every nerve in my body alight.

Grayson doesn’t let up. He coaxes every last shudder from me until I collapse back onto the pillows, boneless and spent. My heart pounds and my hands clutch at the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping me anchored in this moment.

“You taste so fucking good.” His voice is all gravel as he moves his mouth to nip the inside of my thigh. “And you’re dripping.”

“It’s all for you,” I whimper. “Please. Please fuck me now.”

“Oh, I’m going to.” He pulls away from me, off the bed and into the bathroom, giving me an impressive glimpse of the toned lines of his body. He’s back in seconds, a condom in his hand. My breath catches as I watch him. He’s so big, so hard, and I can’t tear my eyes away as he rolls it down the thick length of him. Every nerve ending buzzes with anticipation and maybe a little doubt, too. Can I even take him?

“Flic.”

I’m caught in the dark intensity of his gaze. It’s filled with something I can’t quite name—desire, yes, but something softer, too. “We’re going to go real slow.”