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“Rough and messy,” I say. “I want that too.”

Grant closes the distance between us and kisses me. He lifts me in his arms and carries me down the hall, not stopping until he sets me on his bed. He steps back, eyes sweeping over my body when I take off my shirt and lean on my elbows.

“Lia,” he says, my name is a fractured sound. “You know how much I adore you. How much I respect and look up to you, right?”

“I do.” I stare at the tattoo on his hand, at the way he gapes at my naked body like he’s seeing me for the first time. Awed and obsessed, even now. “I’ve always known that.”

“I promise that will still be the case after tonight.” He makes quick work of his own shirt, pulling it over his head. “But for the next thirty minutes, I’m going to fucking debase you.”

“Show me,” I say. “Show me that you deserve to disrespect me.”

“How?” It’s a plea as he takes off his pants. He’s left in his briefs, his cock straining against the seam. “I’ll do anything.”

“Crawl to me, Grant. Prove that you should be the one doing this to me.”

He drops to the floor without a second thought. Palms flat on the rug, perched on his knees. He lifts his chin, looking up at me.

“Like this?” he asks, and I squeeze my thighs together.

“That’s very good,” I say, and he beams at the praise. “Come and get your prize.”

SIXTY-SEVEN

GRANT

I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on.

Every scrape of my knee against the rug is a shot of adrenaline. Each drag of my hand is a moan I hold back. My cock throbs in my briefs, heavy and aching as I move across the room, and I think I just unlocked a new kink.

I’m practically panting by the time I make it to the bed where Amelia is naked and waiting for me, and I try to get control of my breathing.

“Fuck. Can I… am I allowed to…” I lick my lips, staring up at her. “Can I touch you?”

Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. The flush travels down her neck, and when she nods, I all but launch myself on the mattress.

“How do you feel about crawling?” she asks, a leg around my waist and her hand on the back of my head when I climb on top of her. “Would you do it again?”

“Yeah,” I rasp. “I like seeing you confident and sure of what you want, and I’d crawl anywhere for you.” I rest my free hand on her stomach, fanning my fingers out until my thumb traces the underside of her breast. “I also like when you tell me I’m doing something right.”

“Praise,” she murmurs, lifting her hips. I groan when the head of my cock brushes against her pussy. “You’re a good boy for doing what I asked.” She tilts her head and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I whimper when her hand traces down the line of my spine, stopping on my ass. “But now you can be bad.”

“Is it still okay if I disrespect you?” I pinch her nipple, bending to soothe over the sting with my tongue. “If I make a fucking mess of you?”

“Yes.” Lia’s fingers dig into my backside. “Please.”

The word turns me on even more. I touch her knee and gently place her leg on the sheets. I sit back on my heels, working my briefs off and tossing them out of the way. Her gaze roams down my body, eyes lighting up like she’s seeing me for the first time.

I wrap a hand around my length and give myself a rough stroke for an ounce of relief. She keeps her attention on me, her own hand resting between her legs where her thumb touches her clit.

“Do you like watching, baby?” I ask.

“Yeah. I like knowing I did that to you,” she says.

“I dreamed about you every night I was gone. I wanted to fuck my fist to the thought of your legs around my head, but I held back.” I swipe my fingers over the head of my cock and wet my fingers with pre-cum. “I knew the real thing would be so much better. Bend your knees. Spread your legs. Open up, Lia, and let me see what I’ve been missing.”

She adjusts her position on the pillows, back slightly straight and knees at a ninety degree angle. Her thighs part, and she holds her pussy open with her thumbs. I move closer, whining at how wet she is. There’s a damp spot on the sheets, and I want her to stain them. I want her to soak them so I can smell her for weeks.

I give myself one more tug before I slide my hands up her thighs. I go slow, moving from her knees to her pussy then back down. Her legs tremble. Her breath comes out rough and needy when I get on my stomach. I kiss her hip then drag my tongue between her legs.