She clamped down around him.
Oh, hell.
So good.
“Oh. Ohhh.”
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my face. Scream my name.”
He returned his tongue to her clit, driving his fingers deep.
She screamed as she came. “Gray! Ohh!”
Thank God the music was so loud in the club that it drowned out the noise she was making. At least she hoped so.
She shuddered, breathing heavily as he continued to lick lightly at her pussy. Then he placed a kiss right on top of her clit before he rose above her. Leaning in, he kissed her.
She could taste herself on him, but she didn’t care.
The ringing of a phone burst through her haze of sated pleasure.
“Fuck.” He drew back and she reached for him before she could stop herself.
Chill, girl.
You don’t want to be all clingy.
He grabbed his phone, staring down at it. Then he answered it, walking down a passageway without a glance back at her.
Okay, now she felt a bit weird.
Cold and unsure.
Tears filled her eyes.
Don’t be silly, Maeve. You know the score. You agreed to it. This is what you want. So he dismissed you to take a call.
Maybe it was important.
You shouldn’t feel hurt.
She heard him coming back and she reached frantically for something to cover herself. All she found was his shirt, so she drew it over to hide her nudity.
He paused when he saw her, giving her a surprised look.
Had he forgotten she was even there? Great, her self-esteem continued to dive-bomb. She had to leave.
“You look cute with my shirt over you, girl.”
Relief filled her, easing the tension. Okay, maybe he hadn’t been looking at her like that because he’d forgotten her. That was kind of silly anyway. He was just admiring her in his shirt.
She blushed. “I, um, it was the first thing I grabbed.”
“Wish I could leave it for you. But I have to go.”
“Now?” she asked before she could stop herself.
Shoot.