Author: Jaci Burton

Apparently he felt the same way, because they kicked off their shoes right inside the door and he yanked her up the stairs, both of them out of breath from their near run down the beach. There was no tour of the bedrooms. He shoved open the master bedroom door and she got the barest glimpse of filtered light and windows and an amazing balcony before Gray picked her up and threw her onto one very large, soft bed. She fell into a mass of blankets and laughed as Gray climbed on top of her.

He framed her face and kissed her, his erection rubbing against her, dampening her, preparing her for him. She pulled off her top, and when he reached for her shorts, she lifted her hips, anxious to get clothes out of the way. He stood and she smiled as he tore his shirt off and tossed it aside. Content to just watch, he dropped his shorts, his cock hard as it sprang up. She reached for it, stroking him from base to tip.

“God, I like your hands on me,” he said, tangling his fingers in her hair.

She swallowed, her throat going dry as she looked up at him and saw the desire on his face. He didn’t even attempt to mask the hunger he felt for her. So many men played it cool, seemed to want that kind of power over a woman where she was the one in need and he couldn’t care less. But Gray’s face was etched with need as she moved her hand over him, and she knew just how much he craved her touch. In that, she had all the power, which only heightened her own desire. This true expression of sensuality, of intimacy, was such a revelation.

She drew up on her knees. “Touch me. I need your hands on me, too.”

He reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor. She stood on the bed, holding on to his shoulders as he drew her panties down her legs. She started down to the mattress again, but Gray said, “Stay there.”

She held on to him and he cupped the globes of her butt, drawing her toward his mouth. She shuddered when he found her sex, his tongue snaking out to curl around her clit.

She looked down and watched him, this viewpoint so different than anything she’d ever experienced as he held firm to her and drove her crazy with his mouth and tongue, diving in to lick and suck her until she was certain she wouldn’t be able to stand. But she did, because she craved the orgasm that drew ever closer as he sucked on her clit and slid a finger into her pussy to fuck her.

“Gray,” she whispered, so close her legs trembled.

He mumbled against her, flattening his tongue along her sex until she knew she was going to let go. But still, she held back, wanting to prolong the sweetest pleasure imaginable until she couldn’t any longer. And when she came, he dug his fingers into her butt cheeks, holding her while he licked her through a shattering orgasm that made her dizzy.

She fell to the bed and Gray pulled her to the edge, his cock bobbing near her lips.

“Now, suck me and make me come, just like this.”

Still panting, her pussy still spasming from the aftereffects of one mind-blowing orgasm, she opened her mouth and he slid his cock inside. She closed her lips over his shaft and let him feed his cock to her. He held the back of her head and slid it in and out.

“Fuck. Yeah, I like that,” he said, and she could tell from the way his gaze was riveted to her face that he enjoyed having her at his mercy.

She enjoyed the taste of him, giving him the same kind of pleasure he gave her. She shifted, rolling onto her back and dropping her head down off the bed so he could watch his cock go down her throat.

“Christ, Evelyn.” He leaned over her, pumping his cock between her lips while he massaged her breasts. She reached between her legs, so caught up in the moment, her senses heightened by his touch and the way he watched her that she couldn’t help but want to get off again.

“You’re making me crazy doing that,” he said, his voice tight with strain as he slid his cock over her tongue. She clamped tight, closed her mouth, and swallowed as she moved her hand over her clit and pussy, wanting to come when she made him come.

He brushed his fingers over her breasts, teasing her nipples, pulling at them until the pleasure between her legs intensified. She was so close to coming she had to hold up.

She wanted him to go with her.

“You ready to come?” he asked. “I’m going to come in your mouth, Evelyn. I want to come hard.”

She hummed against his cockhead and slid her fingers in her pussy, rubbing against her clit until she couldn’t hold back the rushing orgasm. She moaned as she came.

“Fuck yes,” Gray yelled, and erupted into her mouth. She arched against the hard climax while swallowing everything he gave her, wanting to prolong it for him. When he went soft in her mouth, she let go, flicking her tongue at the head.

He fell onto the bed next to her and pulled her against him. It took her a few minutes to regain her bearings, but she finally got a look at the oversized bedroom, the wraparound balcony, and the amazing maple furniture that looked like it had been hand crafted.

“Nice room,” she finally said.

He laughed, then dragged her out of bed. “Wait ’til you see the bathroom.”

He was right. A window overlooking the ocean caught her attention right away, but the shower was decadent, with its multiple showerheads and a whirlpool tub with so many massaging jets she was determined to take a soak in it before she left.

They showered, dressed, then went downstairs.

“Hungry?” he asked.

“Yes. All that sex drives my appetite.”

“Hopefully it drives your appetite for more sex.”

She arched a brow. “Right now it’s driving my appetite for food.”

He opened the refrigerator. “Chicken?”

“How do you have food in your fridge?”

“My staff knows my schedule. They make sure the house is well stocked when I’m going to be home.”

How utterly convenient. “Fantastic.” She came up beside him. “I’ll make a salad.

And we can grill some vegetables.”

He frowned. “No baked potato?”

After grabbing what she wanted out of there, she closed the fridge door. “A little healthy won’t kill you. Besides, you need the extra vitamins, what with all this sex we’re having.”

“I need the extra carbs to cope with all this sex we’re having.”

She couldn’t resist the grin. “Go grill the chicken. I’ll prep the vegetables and make the salad.”

He prepared the chicken on a plate, then grumbled, “I still think a baked potato would be better.”

“Whiner. Go.”

After dinner, they took a long walk on the beach. The sun had set and the ocean was silver and spectacular in the moonlight.

“I could get used to this,” she said, holding Gray’s hand as they took a slow stroll.

“I might become clingy like one of your groupies and leave my career in politics and decide to squat on your property here.”

He paused, studied her in silence. She hoped he knew she was just kidding.

“Do you do windows? Because it’s hard to find good housekeepers here.”

She snorted out a laugh. “Sadly, I suck at cleaning.”

He sighed. “Then I’m afraid it’s a no.”

“Damn. I was already mentally packing. But only if you leave the keys to all those cars you have parked in the garage.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”

Now she paused, tugging on his hand to stop them. “You wouldn’t trust me with your precious classics?”

“Not on your life. I’m the only one who drives those babies.”

“What happens when you get married someday and your wife wants to tool around in that GTO? Are you going to tell her the same thing?”

“Hell yes. I don’t want some woman, fresh from her manicure, getting pink nail polish on one of my cars.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s a good thing I brought that up. You’ll have to be sure to have the no-driving-the-muscle-cars entered into the prenup.”

He went quiet. She wondered if the whole marriage and prenup thing was a sore spot for him in some way.

“Uh oh. I hit a sore spot, obviously. Have you ever been serious enough to get close to marriage?” she asked.

He grinned. “No sore spot at all. I’m just making a mental note about no-driving-the-cars in the prenup. And no, I’ve never gotten remotely close to marriage yet. Have you?”

“No. But believe me, I’ve got my prenup already planned out.”

He turned to her. “You do?”

“Hell yes. I have to protect all those assets in my nine-hundred-square-foot apartment. No way is some guy going to get his greedy hands on my George Washington Chia pet.”

He laughed, then grabbed her around the waist. “Smart-ass.”

She squealed as he picked her up and held her above the water, threatening to drop her into the waves. But then he put her down in the sand, and looked at her.

“What would you like to do now?”

She gave him a grin. “How about a tour of those cars in your garage?”

SIXTEEN

ONE BY ONE, GRAY LIFTED THE COVERS OFF HIS MUSCLE CARS. First the ’69 Mustang, followed by the ’70

Firebird, the ’67 Chevelle, the ’69 Charger Hemi, and finally the ’68 Shelby GT. With each reveal, Evelyn gasped with delight.

He had to admit, secondary to racing, these cars were what fueled him. He didn’t take much pride in possessions, frankly could give a shit if he lived in a multimillion-dollar house on the beach or a one-bedroom apartment somewhere. Material things didn’t matter to him. But these cars did, because they represented the one thing he enjoyed the most—fast cars.

“Can I get close?” she asked.

“You can touch. Don’t worry about it.”

She ran her fingers across the hood of the Chevelle, almost reverently. She turned to him. “When I was in college, there was this one guy in my government class who had a car similar to this one. He’d drive it to class every day and when I was walking along, I’d hear the roar of the engine. It never failed to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I had to cross the parking lot to get to the building, so I found myself lingering outside and waiting for him to show up just so I could see him pull that car into the lot.”

He leaned against one of the cars. “So, you had a thing for him, huh?”

She laughed. “No, I had a thing for his car.”

“Did you go out with him?”

“No. I was very . . . bookish back then, very much into focusing on school and not so much on guys. But oh, he had a hot car.”

“That’s what I keep telling you. You missed out on having some guy take you riding at high speeds in a muscle car.”

She threw a gaze over her shoulder at the Chevelle. “You could rectify that now, you know.”

He loved that she shared his passion for these cars, even if she wasn’t yet aware of it. “Sure. Choose one.”

She didn’t even hesitate. She pointed to the Chevelle “This one. Definitely.”

“You got it.” He walked over and pulled the keys off the rack. “Slide on in.”

Her cheeks pink with excitement, she slid into the passenger seat while Gray hit the garage door button. Lap belt fastened, he put the car into gear and backed out, then drove onto the highway, knowing exactly what stretch of deserted road he could take her to. When he pulled off, the road was pitch black.

“Where are we going?”

“Nowhere special,” he said, then downshifted, let out the clutch, and hit the gas, cranking up the speed, conscious of his surroundings. No one was ever on this road.

He’d tested the cars on it before, so he knew he had smooth sailing for the next several miles.

He got it up over a hundred and twenty, pretty slow by his standards, but by the time he slowed it down to under sixty, he took a glance over at Evelyn. She had a death grip on the seat and the armrest and her cheeks were dark pink. He pulled to a stop.