Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
And then my tongue is dancing with hers as she tugs my shirt from my pants.
We stumble through the door together, all heat and breathless hands, and for the first time today, everything else just…drops away.
Because I’m alone with her.
Chapter
Twenty-One
GRAMMERCY
The second we’re inside, she’s pushing my shirt up, her mouth urgent on mine. The polite, sanitized couple we played for the cameras dissolves like cotton candy in water.
Sweet, but flimsy.
But this…
This is real.
This is Elly and me, and the sea change of emotion surging between us. It’s so much more than lust, but all the protective, tender things I feel for this woman only drive the fire inside me higher.
Thank God, she feels it, too.
“Off. Need your clothes off. So bad,” Elly mutters against my lips, shoving the fabric up to my ribs now. I strip my shirt over my head, quickly tossing it to the floor so I can get my hands back where they belong.
On her body.
Her ass, her hips, her waist as she arches close and kisses me hard.
She tastes like white wine and promises I know she’s going to keep as her nails scrape down my chest. The slight sting makes me groan into her mouth.
She does it again, harder this time—Christ, this woman.
She drives me crazy.
We cruise across the room at mock speed, the bed sneaking up on us. When the backs of Elly’s knees hit the bench at the foot of the mattress, she stumbles, her lips leaving mine with a gasp as she sits down hard.
She exhales a breathy laugh as her hand flies to her forehead. “Oops. Forgot that was there. I’m such a klutz.”
“No, you’re not,” I murmur.
She looks up at me, her grin fading as our eyes lock. The air between us tightens, as electric as the moment before a storm breaks.
“What?” she whispers. “What are you thinking, Grammercy Graves?”
I shake my head.
Too many things. None of them safe to say right now.
How to tell your fake wife that you’re in love with her after barely a week? That you took one look at her when she was still a stranger on the street and just…knew?
That she’s already your favorite person and all you want is to spend the rest of your life sheltering her from the ugly world that roughed her up before you met—and to let her be your shelter, too?
So, I settle for a less intense truth. “You… With your lips all puffy and your dress riding up. You’re so beautiful, El. I can’t imagine anything more beautiful than you are right now.”
She studies me for a beat, then slowly, deliberately reaches for the hem of her dress…
Still gazing into the heart of me, she draws it higher.
Higher, and my breath locks in my chest.
Higher, until my dick is testing my fly, and my jaw is clenched so tight it hurts. But not nearly as bad as it hurts to see her pussy still covered by a pair of black panties.
That pussy needs to be set free. Right fucking now.
“Maybe a little prettier?” she whispers, finishing the job of destroying me.
My knees hit the floor like a lost man finding God in the desert as my palms drag up the sides of her thighs.
I kiss her again, deep and wild and sweet, confessing all of my sins against her lips before I murmur, “Lift your hips, chère.”
She does, her breath rushing out as I jerk her panties down her thighs so fast the motion scoots her forward on the bench.
Which is perfect.
Exactly where I want her…
Hooking my hands behind her knees, I pull back, watching the desire flicker on her face as I open her legs. “You’re right. I can think of one thing that would make you a tiny bit prettier… Any ideas what that might be?”
She bites her bottom lip as her eyes flash with that hunger that drives me wild. “I have a few.”
“Yeah?” I curl my fingers deeper into her soft thighs. “A few? Well, I hope one of them involves que je te bouffe cette petite chatte toute trempée jusqu’à ce que tu cries mon nom et me noies avec ton jus—because I can’t wait to taste you.”
Her breath rushes out as I kneel back on my heels. “Caught just enough of that to know that it was so, so dirty.” She swallows hard, a tremor in her voice as she adds, “And I want it so much.”
And I intend to give this woman everything she wants…
Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I lean in, inhaling the salty scent of sex and Elly as I spread her lips with my fingers, revealing every slick crevice of her gorgeous cunt.
Fuck, my girl…
I take a beat to burn the sight of her into my memory.
My wife objectively has the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen—all delicate pink, with a proud little clit that rises out of its hood just for me—but it’s the way Elly responds to my touch that drives me out of my damned mind.