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getting me hard all over again.”
    “That’s the plan.”
    He caught her thigh and held it up while he pushed forward. His shaft sank into her, and she dropped her forehead to his shoulder. At a much slower pace, they made love, and she was lost in the pleasure he offered.
    “Can you take me all night?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    He jiggled her to make her look at him. “ Can you?”
    “Absolutely, you feel so good in me. So big. You fill me up, and I love it.” Her eyes drifted closed, although she meant to pay attention. This time, he didn’t seem to mind. They ground together, his pelvis brushing her swollen clit. Sensations of need tumbled over each other in her core, bringing her higher and higher to another climax. How many would he give her before the night ended?
    “I want to take you here too.” He touched a finger to her rear entrance. “Can you let me in there?”
    She shivered, both nervous and excited. “I don’t know.”
    “You’ve never done it?”
    “Yes, but not your size.”
    Grayson pulled out of her, and she mourned the loss. He turned her gently in his arms until her back faced him. She made a sound of protest, but he shushed her. “Easy, I’m not doing it now. Not tonight.”
    Would they make love again after this? She dismissed the thought as fast as it formed in her mind, wanting to focus on nothing more than the here and now. While she lay on her side, Grayson raised her leg. He pressed the head of his cock to her opening, and she arched her back to give him better access. His dick glided past her pussy lips and drove deep. She gasped. He tightened his grip and pushed farther, and his pelvis cradled her ass. For a moment he stilled, and they lay molded as one. He laid his cheek against hers, and she couldn’t resist snuggling into him. With both his arms crisscrossing her chest, they moved together. Tingles of delight danced along her walls each time he pushed in and withdrew. She arched away so his cock head would pop just outside of her barrier, then thrust back so he’d penetrate with an amount of force. A cry tore from her throat. Her cream began to flow anew, bathing his shaft.
    “I can’t believe how good you feel, Tonya. Your pussy is so hot and tight. It grips me like it won’t let me go.”
    She murmured her intent to hold him and reached between her legs to stroke the underside of his cock. Every time her fingers met with the head, a thrill passed through her. What was it about that part? She arched and guided him inside, then moved her fingers to her clit. A pinch sent arrows of need through her core.
    “Mm, yes, Gray. It’s so good.”
    He growled low in her ear. “When you say my name…”
    “Gray,” she said again.
    He covered the hand playing with her bud and squeezed hard. She screamed when an orgasm shook her.
    “Yes, scream for me,” he encouraged her. “Shout my name as I make you come over and over.”
    “Someone will hear.”
    “Let them hear.” He squeezed a second time, and aftershocks of the same powerful climax ricocheted every which way. She wept for more.
    Grayson moved his hand to her neck and circled the column with long fingers. He tipped her head and ravished her mouth in a kiss that robbed her of breath. She lost herself in him and refused to be found. Long into the night, Grayson made her body sing and reached his release. Not until four in the morning did they collapse on their backs, and Tonya drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Eight
    Tonya sat up in bed, holding the sheet over her bare breasts. The sound of the shower going told her that’s where Grayson had disappeared. She had hoped not to run into him, that he would leave silently and she could put last night out of her head. Then again, he wasn’t that type of man. At least she had never thought he was. To be honest, she would have felt cheap and used if he left without a word. The alternative meant she had to face him and know nothing had changed with his opinion of her and hers of