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“Don’thold back,Graham,”Iplead, gasping as he increases the rhythm.
Fromthe darkened look on his face to the punishing grip he has on me, he’s ready to give me it all.Withassured movements, he takes hold of my wrists, pushes them behind my back, and locks them together with one hand.
Helooks at me, waiting for my consent.
“Itrust you,”Ibreathe.
“Yourtrust means everything to me.”Withhis free hand, he slides it under me to cup my bottom, coaxing me to rise off him until just the tip remains.Hehas me hover there for what feels like an eternity as his mouth explores my neck, chest, and breasts.It’sthe sweetest form of torture, but without warning he tugs on my wrists, impaling me.
“Ohgod,”Icry out as he buries himself deep.
“Likethat.Keepriding me like that.”Hisvoice drips with lust, andIknow like me, he’s barely hanging on.
Irepeat the movement, rising off his lap, and then he drives me down again.Overand over we do that.It’sintense and mind-bending.Theangle and strong hold he has on my hands straddles a delicious line between pain and pleasure.
“Dirtygirl.Ican feel you dripping down me.”He’snotcocky or overly confident.Heexudes power, and despite his words,Ifeel precious in his arms.
Whenhis hold loosens on my wrists,Igrasp his face to kiss him, and his hands fall to my ass cheeks in a bruising grip.Upand down he works me, thrusting his hips to meet me in a delicious reunion.Onehands dips between my spread legs asIdraw closer to my orgasm and my movements become weighted with the need to find release.Whenthe tip of his finger glides over my skin and traces my asshole,Ifreeze.
“Isthis okay?”
It’snew and surprising.Surprisingbecause of the jolts of pleasure it sends right to my core.Inod and continue to ride him, the anticipation of it driving me wild with need. “Iwant to try it.”
Hemoves to where we’re joined, coats his finger in my arousal, moves back to the puckered entrance, and slowly presses in.Thesensation of being filled so deliciously like this has me nearing the edge of ecstasy.Myhips undulate, chasing my pleasure and driving his finger deeper.
“Ohfuck.Quinn,Ican feel you squeezing around me.Don’tstop, honey.You’redoing so good taking my finger and cock.Doyou like it?”
“God,Ilove it.I’mgonna come.I’mgonna co—”Mywords are cut off with my raspy cries as my muscles spasm.Icurl intoGrahamas hetakes over, pistoning up into me as he pants against my neck.
“Youfeel that?This.Is.Real.”Hepunctuates each word with a thrust.Onthe final one, he stiffens, his body pulling tight as he comes deep inside of me.Shoutingmy name and praising me the entire time.Theact of it is so raw and erotic,Inever want it to end.
Wecollapse into each other.Oursweat-soaked chests beat rampantly as he hooks his arms around me and falls against the sofa with a content sigh.
“Thatwas…”HowdoIeven describe it?
Heweaves his fingers into my hair and gently raises my head, a look of pure wonderment warming his handsome face. “Thatwas us.”
It’sin this moment,Irealize being withGrahamisn’t like coming home.
Itis home.Heis home.
Whenthat dart landed on this small corner of the country,I’dhoped to make friends, find a place to put down roots, and grow my business.Neverin my wildest dreams didIthinkIwould find a person likeGrahamSadler.
Asthis sweet man carries me to the bathroom, cleans me up, and cradles me tightly until we fall asleep in each other’s arms, it’s clearIdidn’t just find those things inSuttonBay.
Ifound my person.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
graham
Iflove had a sound
Itwould be your sweet laughter
Longafter it ends
I’vehad a good life.