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the pulsation began. Letting out a long moan, she tilted her head back, her eyes never breaking contact with Grady’s fierce, possessive, and determined stare.
    “Oh, God,” she choked out as the climax thrummed through her body, her entire being shaken by an orgasm so intense that she had to reach for the handle on the door of the cubicle to keep herself on her feet.
    Grady held her, keeping her steady as he kissed her tenderly, as though he were tasting the last drop of her pleasure, absorbing the last of her ecstasy.
    Emily floated down slowly, Grady pulling her close and rocking her body against his as she recovered. She shivered, and he turned her so the hot water was at her back, and that small protective gesture just put her under his spell a little deeper.
    “Are you okay?” she asked, worried that he’d strained something. She’d tried to be still, but it was still more movement than he should be doing at the moment.
    “I just lived a fantasy. I’m better than okay,” he answered, amusement in his voice.
    It wasn’t most men’s fantasy to watch a woman orgasm without having one of their own, but this was Grady, and he was the most unselfish man she’d ever known. His actions and his thoughts made her want to cry for some strange reason. Maybe because he was the first man who ever really gave a shit about making her happy? Her hand slid down his sculpted abdomen and curled around his rigid cock. He was rock-hard, and Emily could almost feel the blood throbbing through the shaft.
    Grady groaned, and moved his hand down to take her fingers away from him. “I can’t take much more, Angel.”
    “Let me. Please,” she begged, needing to make him feel as good as he had made her feel. “But you have to stay very still,” she teased. “No hurting yourself.”
    “Baby, I already hurt, but not from the damn sutures. I want to be deep inside you right now. I want to be buried in you, in your heat, until I burn.”
    Stepping back, she ran her hand down his chest, savoring the flex of muscle beneath her fingers. “You’ll have to settle for this,” she told him in a sultry voice as she followed her hand and dropped to her knees on the tile.
    “Emily. No,” he said in a husky, tortured groan.
    Her hand continued to stroke up and down the shaft as her tongue flicked out to lick the velvety head. “No?” she questioned.
    “Oh fuck, yeah,” he panted harshly.
    Smiling, she took him into her mouth, and did one long suck, bringing a strangled groan from Grady as she repeated it again. She moved her tongue down his long length, and then took as much of him as she could manage. Her hands moved, needing to touch his body, finally settling her palms on his ass and gripping it hard as she devoured him.
    “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he groaned. “That feels so damn good. I won’t last.”
    His hips thrust, and one of his hands came down to thread through her soaking wet hair, guiding her head as she opened her jaw as wide as she could, trying to take as much of his cock as she could manage. Her throat squeezed tight with every entry, massaging the front of his shaft, bringing a strangled groan from Grady with every thrust. Her fingernails dug into his tight ass, pulling him to her with every stroke.
    “Sweetheart…Fuck…I can’t…I’ll come in your mouth,” he growled incoherently.
    That was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to taste him, and her hunger for him was ferocious. Sucking harder and faster, she felt him shudder before his hot release flooded the back of her throat, flowing warmly into her as he gasped, threw his head back, and released a satisfying groan of ecstasy.
    He tasted tangy, slightly salty, and so completely like Grady.
    She protested when he hauled her up before she could get to her feet, not wanting him to lift anything. He brushed off her concern and kissed her passionately, and then pulled her against his chest. He rocked her again, just like he’d done when she’d climaxed.
    Emily