My dick stands to attention at her words. She is a fucking vixen. “Then maybe we should head inside and do that.”
I try to stand up, but she leans forward, moving her hands to the back of the wicker couch above my shoulders. “Or we could do it right here.”
“Out in the open?” I ask teasingly.
“There are trees around. Your neighbors would have to be looking very hard to see anything.”
“And you are very loud, so I am sure they would grab their binoculars to watch.”
She starts making circles on my dick with her hips as she pulls my shirt over my head. “I kinda like that idea.”
“I have turned you into an exhibitionist.”
She pulls her shirt over her head, her tits looking fucking perfect in the red lace bra she has on. “Ever since you ate me out like a king, then fucked me like a queen in front of your open windows, I couldn’t have anything less.”
I growl as I push her off me and make quick work of her jeans. I slide my basketball shorts off and pull her back on me and bury myself inside of her. She feels like fucking heaven. Every damn time. I cannot get enough of her. And fuck me, she likes the dirty shit I like too.
I let her ride me, her moans and incoherent words getting louder the closer she gets to coming. I clamp a hand over her mouth while I grip her hip with my other hand. But I don’t need to guide her, she rides me like an animal. And pretty soon, we are both falling over the edge.
Her head falls onto my shoulder and I leave a trail of kisses on her neck. “I was really hoping you would have let me scream. I wanted to see what the neighbors would have done.”
“Maybe next time.”
She giggles into my neck then slowly climbs off of me. She grabs my shirt off the couch and slides it over her head. “I’m going to clean up.” She picks up my scotch glass. “And refill our drink.”
I bite my fist as I watch her swing her hips as she walks inside the house. That woman is fucking perfect for me.
I stand up and pull my shorts on, kicking her jeans to the side as I head over to the grill to check the temperature. It’s finally hot enough, so I head inside to grab the steaks I left on the counter. I notice Grace brought an overnight bag and set it on one of the chairs at the island. I smile, knowing she found some excuse to tell her brother and plans on spending the night in my arms.
I am about to grab the steaks and head out when my doorbell rings. I have no idea who it could be. My entire family is at my parents’ house for dinner.
I don’t bother putting on a shirt and make my way to the front door. When I open it, my brother and Anna are standing on the other side.
“Noah? What are you doing here?”
“Well, we thought since you had such an important case, you could use some help getting well fed, so we canceled at your parents, and I volunteered to cook you dinner,” Anna chimes in.
I look down and see grocery bags in her hands. “You really didn’t have to. I just plan on ordering takeout and working on my case.”
“Alone?” she asks.
Well, fuck, Grace’s car is in my driveway. “Uh, no. I have some of my team here.”
“Some or just one?”
I have no idea why Anna would be implying that I have one person here unless Grace told them about us.
“Ugh, just one but—”
Anna pushes herself past me, and I look up at Noah, who shrugs. “Maybe if you had a shirt on, she would believe you.”
“Thanks a fucking lot, man. What the hell am I supposed to—”
“This is a very interesting way to do research.” We both hear Anna say, so we dart into the house.
Grace is standing in nothing but my shirt midpour of the scotch with two glasses in front of her.
“Ummm, this is awkward,” she says.