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He drops me on the bed, then crawls over me, his hands roaming my body, pushing my shirt out of his way as his fingers skim my skin, and he presses open-mouthed kisses along my stomach.

I arch into him, moaning loudly.

Gray nips at my skin, making me gasp, and he chuckles. “I love the sounds you make for me.”

Working my shirt over my head—with my help—he continues trailing kisses up my body until he’s settling his lips over mine.

I chase after him when he tries to pull away, and he grins. “You’re so greedy, pretty boy.”

“For you?” I nod frantically. “Yes.” And I have literally no shame. “Besides, what’s wrong with being feral for your husband’s cock? Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?”

He barks out a laugh. “I guess so.” Leaning down, he drags his nose along my throat, eliciting a full-body shiver. “Speaking of, do you still want to top me?”

My cock jerks. Okay, so maybe I can get over my cockslut tendencies. “Yes, but I wanna eat your ass first.”

Gray sits up, laughing the entire time. “Is that right?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

I wave a hand through the air. “Let’s pretend I asked in a much hotter way, but yes, please.” I stick my lower lip out for good measure, and Gray’s grin grows.

He’s so… something right now. There’s this almost… lightness to him that I haven’t seen before. And it takes me a second to figure out what it is. “Being with me before was hard, huh?”

He cocks his head, his brows drawing together. “What do you mean? Being with you was a gift.”

I nod. “Right. Except for the part where you had to keep hiding how you felt about me.”

“I mean…” He shrugs. “It was… difficult to keep my feelings under wraps sometimes, but I don’t have to do that anymore.”

Without giving me a chance to answer, Grayson goes back to kissing a path down my chest, his lips warm and soft and mind-blowing against my skin. I get lost in it a little. In the press of his mouth, the heat of his exhaled breaths, the way he follows the same path with his tongue.

His tongue. Wait a damn second. “I’m supposed to be doing this to you,” I say, sitting up.

Gray carefully pushes me back down. “And you can. But first, I’m gonna enjoy kissing my beautiful husband. Thank you.”

His words send a thrill through my stomach and make my cock ache. Yeah, I’m good with that.

Sucking a bruise into my skin beneath my belly button, Grayson hums against me. “So beautiful.” Another kiss. “So fucking perfect.” A tiny nip against my hipbone. “My husband.”

Ugh, that’s so fucking hot for no reason. My hips rock, my cock leaking.

Gray slides his fingers into the waistband of my pants, and I lift my hips to help him as he pulls them down and off me. I barely have time to breathe before he’s swallowing my cock.

My hips jerk up on their own, and he gags, so I drop them immediately, whispering apologies.

He drags his tongue along the underside of my cock, hollowing his cheeks as he pulls off. “Don’t be sorry, it’s alright.”

If he doesn’t give me what I want, or I guess let me have what I want, I’m probably gonna start whining to get my way, so I sit up, pushing him onto his back. Hovering over him, I stare into his eyes.

His pupils are blown, and that’s so hot too. Everything about Grayson is hot, though, so what else is new?

I’m far too impatient to take the slow and gentle route that Gray does.

I want him shaking and coming apart on my tongue, and then I want to fuck him into next week. “Wait, you’ve done this before, right?”

“Not… exactly.”

My heart skips. “What do you mean, not exactly?”

He shrugs, his eyes darting away as a flush climbs up his throat. Oh, that’s cute. My husband is cute and hot as fuck. “I’ve used my fingers before, but…”