Gray's Girl by Mina Carter

drew a thin trail down her inner thigh. God, she hoped he didn’t want to stay here long now. Dinner was over, the dancing would start soon, and God help her, there was no way she’d be able to dance with him. Not without wanting to strip that suit from his gorgeous body and going at it there and then, giving everyone in the room a show they wouldn’t soon forget.
    Gathering her resolve not to jump him as soon as she saw him, she took a deep breath and walked out of the toilets. The noise from the function room increased as she made the corridor, her heels silent on the plush carpeting as she passed smaller rooms, some doors open with darkness beyond. The whole place reeked money and understated elegance, just what she’d expect from the chain who owned the Marlon.
    Fanning herself with her hand, she tried to bring her color down before she reached the door. At least, once in there, she could claim the heat of the room was the cause for her appearance. Heat was right; it just wasn’t from the environment. Her entire body felt as if it was on fire. On fire for Gray.
    Hard hands closed around her, making her squeak in surprise and fright as she was dragged backward into one of the dark rooms. Heart racing in her chest, she fought to get free of her captor, both taller and heavier than she was. Packed with muscle, the air around them carrying the scent of an expensive and familiar aftershave—
    “Shh, sweetheart, it’s only me. I got you.” Gray’s deep tones filled her ears as he pulled her deeper into the darkness. Instantly she relaxed in his hold, letting him manhandle her easily. Not that she could have fought him off. At a little over five feet, her overly curvy figure just didn’t pack the sort of muscle she’d have needed to fight someone built like he was.
    But fighting was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment as he reached the corner of the room and turned her to face one of the tables. Creamy linen covered it, the beginnings of place settings already down and a gap in the middle for a centerpiece. Obviously getting ready for a wedding here tomorrow.
    “Bend over, hands on the table.”
    The rough order and hard hand in the middle of her shoulder blades sent a thrill through her. The need that had fled under her fear when he’d grabbed her returned in full force, filling her veins with fire and awareness. Her senses expanded, picking up on everything about him as she leaned forward to put her hands on the surface in front of her.
    “Good girl.” A large foot nudged her feet farther apart as his hand found the hem of her skirt. She bit her lip as he pulled, grabbing the other side and shoving the fabric up over her hips. A breeze from the open door the other side of the room washed over her revealed skin, whispering across her exposed pussy lips to curl around her clit.
    “Suspenders. I like,” he whispered as he slid a finger beneath one strap and snapped it against her skin. She moaned, her knees almost buckling as the sting sent a fresh wave of heat and pleasure through her.
    “Oh, yeah…I like a lot. I couldn’t wait, not knowing what you were doing in there.” The admission was low and rough, as though it was unwillingly dragged from him. He crowded her from behind, the thick bar of his cock pressing hard against the groove of her ass as he slid a hand around her hip and reached down.
    She sucked a breath in as his fingers found her, the very touch she’d been fantasizing about in the toilets. His fingertips explored, collecting the juices dripping from her cunt and smoothing them up around her clit. Wordlessly she mewled, arching against him, desperate for his touch. She needed to come. Needed him to bring her to the edge and send her shattered over it.
    “You didn’t come. Good girl.” He kissed the side of her neck, nuzzling the spot behind her ear that made her weak at the knees. Make that weaker, the joints like jelly as he mounted a dual assault, his lips on her neck as he