Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
"You taught her," I rasp, breathing hard as I stare down at her.
"Taught her?" She frowns at me, confusion swirling through her eyes.
"I love you forever."
Her expression softens with understanding. "It was a piece of you she deserved to have," she says simply. "It was a piece of you I couldn't let go of. Of course I taught her."
Jesus.
I crash my lips down on hers, gratitude coursing through me in a tsunami. She whimpers into my mouth, kissing me back just as fiercely, just as passionately.
But it isn't enough for me. I need my hands on her bare skin. I need to fucking drown in her again. Christ, I'll never stop needing her in that way.
Apparently, she feels the same way. Because the minute I have her shirt off, she's got her hands between our bodies, stroking me through my jeans.
I tug her skirt and panties down in one swift motion, baring her dripping pussy. She kicks them off impatiently and reaches for my zipper, her fingers trembling with need as she frees my aching cock.
"Grayson," she moans, wrapping her hand around my shaft.
I groan at her touch, thrusting into her perfect grip. She strokes and squeezes, her emerald eyes locked on mine, as she drives me right out of my goddamn mind.
But I'm not coming in her hand. Fuck that.
I grab her wrist, pulling her hand away. She pouts at me, pissed I stopped her…until I drop to my knees, spreading her thighs wide. Her heady scent is like a fucking drug drawing me in, demanding I take and taste and claim all over again.
I bury my face between her legs, lapping at her dripping cunt. She cries out, sinking her hands into my hair as I devour her, licking and sucking at her swollen clit.
"Oh god, please!" she begs, writhing against my tongue.
"You need more, baby?" I slide two fingers deep inside her tight cunt, curling them to hit that sweet spot. Her pussy clenches around me, and she shatters with a soft cy, flooding my tongue with her release.
Fuck, I'll never get enough of her like this—wild and free, coming alive under my touch.
I rise to my feet, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. My lips find her skin, pressing my devotion into her throat.
"Hold on tight, baby," I order.
She clutches my shoulders as I yank her down on my cock, burying myself to the hilt in her perfect cunt. We both groan at the intense feeling of our bodies joining, finally complete again after hours apart.
"Never going to get enough of this," I rasp against her ear. "Christ, Mina. I want to live right here between your fucking thighs."
"Yes," she whispers, her nails scoring my shoulders.
I set a furious pace, pounding into her over and over. She meets every powerful thrust, her soft cries of ecstasy urging me on. It's heaven and hell, pleasure and pain, a homecoming to end all homecomings.
I latch onto the column of her throat, sucking and biting, leaving another mark. She's mine, only ever mine. Just like I'm hers, body and soul.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," I grunt, my rhythm faltering as the tight grip of her perfect body sends me hurtling toward the edge.
"Yes, come for me," she demands, writhing all over my cock. "Give it to me, Grayson."
I can't resist her. I never could.
I shout her name as her demand tips me over the edge into oblivion, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me. She pulses and spasms around my spurting cock, milking me dry as she joins me in bliss.
I bury my face in her hair, inhaling deeply as we gasp for air. It's strawberries and sex and Mina. The scent of home, of everything I've been missing for six long years.
And it's finally mine again.
Chapter Twelve
Mina
"Good morning, Ms. Cord…" Marcus trails off with an uncomfortable cough when I narrow my eyes on him. "My apologies, ma'am. I meant, good morning, Ms. McGregor."
"Better," I say, marching off the elevator to tackle whatever fresh hell waits in my father's office this morning. Unlike every other morning, however, the task doesn't seem so freaking impossible. For once, it seems…simple.
Maybe because I spent the night with Grayson wrapped around me while our daughter slept right down the hall. Or maybe because I woke up this morning to the two of them in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. My heart is full in a way it never has been before. Even before Grayson disappeared, it wasn't like this.
I had one love of my life then—him. Now, I have two. The man of my dreams and the daughter we made together. And we're finally, finally in one place, under one roof. It feels like all of my dreams are coming true.
"What's on the agenda today, Marcus?"
"Riley Jamison requested a meeting with you," he says, falling into step beside me. "She also requested that your husband attend."