Page 128 of The Grand Duel

I couldn’t get away even if I wanted to.

With his mouth at my ear, nipping and sucking, he works in and out of me. And with each stroke of his thumb over my clit, I threaten to snap.

“Look at you, Lissie girl.”

I let out a moan as he spurs me on, rolling my hips shamelessly onto his slick fingers, fucking them.

“Don’t come yet,” he whispers, and I whimper.

“Charlie.”

He grinds into my back, and the pressure puts his fingers impossibly deeper.

The need to be inside of me is driving him wild, and it’s clear.

He wants me.

His mouth goes back to my shoulder, teasing up my neck again, and then to my throat where his hand is still wrapped. “God, you’re beautiful.”

I rock my hips in unison with his fingers, his words making my world spin.

And then it reaches the pinnacle. My toes curl. My back arches. My legs shake, my clit throbbing with a beat of its own.

Just as the heat blooms through me, sweat beading, my body jerking, he whispers, heat panting across my ear and cheek, “For me.”

He continues to pump his fingers into me as I come down, each brush of his thumb over my sensitive skin making my body jolt with bittersweet pleasure.

Once I’m still and sated, legs like jelly, he lets his fingers ease gently out of me.

I gasp as he groans, and then he’s sinking his fingers back inside. His body settles, relaxing as he unapologetically lies behind me, holding me in the most intimate way anyone ever has.

He runs his nose up the back of my neck. “Go back to sleep,” he tells me, voice like gravel.

“We have an early flight.”

“I’ll cancel it.”

My lips twist. “You have meetings late this afternoon.”

“I’ll cancel them, too.”

I run my hand between my legs until it lies atop of his again. I lift it, my insides clenching as his fingers slip out of me.

I turn in his arms, looking up at him properly for the first time this morning. “I told you it was a good morning.”

He glances down at me, his blue eyes making my heart flip with the way they spark.

I drop my gaze to his full lips as I reach for his cock.

I can feel his heart pounding against my breasts this close, his own stare bouncing around my face as I lean in, bringing our mouths closer.

“Lissie,” he rasps, almost pained, as I palm him. “I…I can’t.”

I frown, pulling back an inch. “You can’t?” I ask, barely a whisper.

He swallows, the hands on my waist squeezing. “This is a lot.”

My face drops. My heart drops. “Oh.”