By the time intermission came, I couldn’t sit still for a second longer. Grayson smiled as he held his arm for me to hook into. We left the box and went to the bar area.

“Thirsty?”

My throat was parched. “Yes please.”

Minutes later I was sipping another glass of champagne when Grayson leaned in and spoke in my ear so I could hear him above all the noise.

“How’s my pussy doing? My cock can’t stop thinking about getting inside it. Watching this show is fucking agony.”

I nearly spat out my mouthful of golden liquid, because I was sure the woman standing behind Grayson had overheard him. She turned toward me and narrowed her eyes as she studied me. Heat rose to my cheeks as I placed a hand on Grayson’s chest.

“Shhhh, people can hear you.”

“I don’t care. I bet everyone here would rather watch me fuck you in our booth than this show. Now that would be something exciting to watch, wouldn’t it?”

“Grayson. You’re so bad tonight. Behave,” I said, but secretly I loved that he’d rather be fucking me than watching the performance

Ten minutes later, we’d taken our seats for the second half. As soon as the lights dimmed, Grayson’s hand crept up my thigh, slowly caressing the skin as he moved closer and closer to my apex.

I held my breath as his hand slipped under my dress and found my naked pussy. “Fuck, I want to taste you so much,” he moaned as his fingers skimmed over my mound. He didn’t need to tell me to open my legs. Like a slut’s, they just fell open, giving him access to all of me.

His finger slipped through my wetness and found my clit. I had to bite my lip hard so as not to cry out loud. He massaged the little bundle of nerves until I caved and let out a soft moan. “Jesus, that’s fucking hot,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps across the surface of my arms.

Two fingers slipped inside me, pushing against the Ben Wa balls. Oh Lord, how was I going to pretend I wasn’t about to have a damn orgasm?

“Grayson, please,” I begged as his fingers continued to move in and out of me. A groan rumbled from his chest.

“That’s it,” he said, pushing to his feet.

What the hell?

“Let’s go. Now,” he growled.

I didn’t argue. If he didn’t get me out of here I was going to give Sally a go for her money—the only difference was that unlike her loud pretend orgasm in the movie, mine would be so very real.

Grayson pulled me down a hallway and behind some heavy curtains. His hand gripped around the back of my neck as his tongue ravished my mouth. With trembling hands I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, freeing his glorious erection. I needed him to ease the throbbing inside me. I needed his cock to fuck me blind.

My thumb rubbed the oozing pre-cum into the tip of his heavy cock.

“I want you inside. Fuck me, Grayson.”

He lifted my leg to his hip and shoved his cock inside me with a loud, rough groan. I gripped the curtains with both hands for purchase as the movement of the Ben Wa balls and his cock sent me over the edge.

“Oh God, Oh God, Grayson,” I cried out, not caring if my voice was being too loud or if anyone could hear us.

With a shudder I nearly collapsed as white light exploded behind my eyes. My orgasm was so strong that my pussy gripped his cock, milking him until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m coming.”

He bit into my neck, both hands pulling my arse toward him as he shot his warm load into me.

Bliss. Pure bliss.

Panting, he pulled out of me and tucked his cock away while I pulled my dress down.

He pulled me back into his embrace and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Hi,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“Hi,” I said, the word loaded with so much meaning that everything I wanted to tell him wanted to burst forth from my lips. But for now that one simple word had to do.

I was ready to go back to the hotel and let him do whatever the hell he wanted with my body. Dressing up and going out was fun, but having Grayson inside me beat everything hands down. I was addicted to his cock and not afraid to admit it.

23: Grayson

Why was it that the best things in my life had to end? Firstly, giving up my chosen career and now the woman of my dreams was killing me.

“I’m sorry Grayson . . . you know I’d love to stay, but Carmen needs me right now.” Her eyes were glassy with tears as she looked up at me with genuine sadness. As happy as I was that Carmen had woken from her coma, I couldn’t help wishing it had happened after our holiday, just one more day.

I wanted to tell my Lala that I needed her more, that I felt a terrible loss every time she left the fucking room. But that would be selfish of me and make me sound like a love sick puppy, which in reality I was—only she didn’t need to know how desperately I needed her. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I was a wimp when I’d been her hero before, or a prick for not letting her go when she needed to. Since Carmen’s mother had called to tell us that her daughter was awake and asking for Layla, she’d become distracted. I completely understood how she felt, even though I hated that she had to leave.

Suck it up, man.

“I know, sweetheart. But I’m a fucking selfish man. I want you all to myself.”

A smile twitched the corners of her mouth. “Does that mean you’re going to miss me?”

“Fuck yeah I will. More than you will ever know.” There was no point in lying. Layla was smart and she’d see right through me. “And my cock is going to miss you too, baby. So fucking much.”

She slapped me against my chest. “Your cock is insatiable.” Her throaty laugh warmed my heart and the way she said the word cock never failed to turn me on. My dick throbbed against my pants, making me groan.

Fuck, I wanted her like I’d never wanted anyone before.

I pulled her closer and slapped her arse. I could feel she wasn’t wearing panties under her dress. My dick jumped, hungry to get inside her.

“You’re right. When it comes to you, I just can’t get enough. And now that I know what you feel like . . . what you taste like, I’m like a man possessed.”

“Is that right?” she drawled, rubbing her arse. “You have such a way with words, Dr. Forbes, I might never want to leave.”

“Your pussy is my drug of choice, baby. Day and night, I want you. My face between your legs, tasting you. My cock deep inside, fucking you.”

“Yeah? Show me, Grayson.”

Fuck me, that was it. Slamming her against the wall, I gripped her hair in my hand as I lifted her off the floor and fucked her mouth with my tongue. She tasted so fucking good—from her mouth to her pussy, I wanted to taste it all.

I released her mouth for a moment. “I’m going to lift you onto my shoulders, then I’m going to feast on your pussy, okay?”

“Oh God, Grayson, your dirty mouth turns me on so fucking much.”

“That what I like to hear, baby, I bet your pussy is dripping for me. It won’t do to waste a drop—I want to eat you out so fucking bad.”

She helped me by placing her hands on my shoulders and pushing herself up. I pushed her up my body until her calves rested on my shoulders, her legs spread wide, opening herself directly in front of my face. The aroma of her sex drove me fucking wild. Leaning her against the wall, I gripped her ass in my hands and dove into my pussy.

“Sweet Jesus,” she moaned, her fingers tangled in my hair.

“Like that, baby?”

“Oh God, yes,” she whimpered, pushing my face into her as her thighs gripped my neck with such force I thought she’d strangle me. This was how I wanted to die—consuming her, hearing her loud appreciation.

I nibbled her clit; sucked her dry; squeezed her arse so that my hand prints would bruise her soft skin. She kept my head in place, demanding my mouth to fuck her relentlessly. I loved it when my little lamb turned into a tiger for me. I loved that I could do that to her.