Gray's Girl by Mina Carter Page A

stroked her with quick movements. As though he was trying to prove just how quickly he could bring her to orgasm. Prove his mastery over her body.
    Her breathing came in pants, her hips rocking against his fingers, and when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he slid two fingers deep inside her in one quick, hard thrust.
    “God, you feel good. That’s it, baby, I want to feel you come. All over my fingers. Imagine they’re my cock, buried deep inside you.”
    As he spoke he rubbed his thumb over her clit. Her breathing hitched, a split-second delay before her brain caught up with the heat blossoming through her body as it gave up control and hurtled her over the edge.
    He turned her head, claiming her lips and swallowing her cry of pleasure as she shuddered and jerked, bathing his fingers and hand with her hot essence. He carried on moving, thrusting and rubbing, drawing her release out as he made her ride the waves. Boneless, she hung limp in his arms as the shudders rolled through her until, finally, they ebbed away.
    Kissing her neck, he slipped his fingers from her with a slurping sound and pulled her dress down. His face was tight as she stood and turned to face him.
    “Fuck the dancing,” he said tightly, reaching for her hand. “We’re going home. Now.”
     
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    Fuck. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to explode.
    His cock as hard as a pike in his trousers, Gray stalked out into the corridor. Hand firmly around Frankie’s wrist, he tugged her along behind him, his rapid pace forcing her into a trot to keep up. He couldn’t wait to get her home, strip that pretty little dress off her and make her his.
    First though, they had to get out of here. His hair brushed against his broad shoulders as he walked; the band it had been in earlier now snapped around his wrist. She liked his hair loose, and God help him, he wanted anything that would make her happy.
    The corridor was empty. Thankfully. His cock was so hard it was bloody painful, punching a large ridge in the groin of his suit trousers. Luckily, the long-line jacket he had on hid a lot, but as he couldn’t do the damn thing up without the same tent problem, that concealment would only last until he sat down.
    He wasn’t ashamed of his reaction. She was a beautiful woman, with a kind and giving personality that shone through. He’d already had to give the “hands off” signal to more than a few men who’d eyed her with interest. None of his teammates though. They were all too sensible to mess with him once he’d set his mind on something.
    Even Vicky, who normally delighted in winding him up, was resolutely steering clear. No, he wasn’t ashamed of wanting her, but it was no one else’s damn business if he wanted to take her home and screw her until she couldn’t walk straight and her voice was croaky from screaming his name.
    Screaming his name. Hell, yeah. He liked that. And he liked the little whimpers and mewls she made as he brought her to orgasm. The way her cum had felt over his fingers. How it would feel over his cock.
    “Aren’t we going back in?” she asked in confusion. “I need to get my wrap.”
    He flicked a glance back at her. She had her bag with her. The wrap was the only thing they’d left behind. She looked at him curiously, arousal and awareness simmering in her dark eyes. Fuck, he couldn’t think straight when she looked at him like that.
    Yanking her closer, he pulled her into his arms and ravaged her mouth with a quick, hard kiss that did nothing to soothe the demands raging through his blood.
    “We go in there and I’ll fuck you over the first horizontal surface,” he warned on a low voice so only she could hear. The hitch in her breath and the widening of her eyes fed his ego. God, she was so innocent sometimes. Even though she was older, he knew without asking that he had years more experience in the bedroom.
    During his wild, younger years there hadn’t been an experience he hadn’t