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He’s hot and hard and breathing seems unimportant as our mouths fight for dominance. His tongue chases mine, mine chases his. Teeth clash. My fingers curl into the hair at his nape, his grip my butt, pull me closer to the hard ridge in his pants.

God, he’s huge.

It shouldn’t be a surprise. He’s a big guy. It’s simple math to work out his cock would match the rest of him. Rocking my hips, I grind my sex on his hard length and shoot myself straight toward an orgasm.

One hand leaves my butt and moves up my side until he cups my breast, his thumb stroking the hard peak and that’s all it takes.

Tearing my mouth from his, I cry out in pleasure as sensations explode, saturate every inch of me. I’m drowning. And Granger is bucking up into me, his grip on my butt keeping me still, holding me in place so he can give me more.

More pleasure than I’ve ever known.

“Brooke.”

My name is a growled groan, a pained sound torn from his lips as he yanks me down and goes still.

Collapsed on his chest, air pumps in and out of my lungs as though I’ve run a marathon, and I can’t get my head around what just happened.

I came.

I think he did too.

In his pants.

Laughter bubbles up my throat.

We just dry humped like a pair of teenagers.

“I’m glad you’re happy but want to explain what’s so funny?” he murmurs against my neck. “I hope it’s not me you’re laughing at.”

“Oh, no. Definitely not.” Sitting up, I cradle his face in my hands. “This is the best date I’ve ever had.”

“Not that I want to think about you with other men but what the fuck? We’re stuck inside, we had leftovers for dinner, watched a movie years old and I came in my pants like a thirteen-year-old.”

“Best.” I drop a kiss on his lips. “Date.” Another kiss. “Ever.” My next kiss is met with a growl before he surges to his feet, taking me with him. “What⁠—?”

“We’re moving this date to the bathroom.”

“Oh.” Excitement has my voice going high.

“Separate bathrooms.”

“Oh.” This time those two letters are dripping with disappointment and the euphoria fizzing in my veins goes flat.

“I told you we’re not rushing this. Which means I take you home, also known as your room. Now. We’ll say goodnight and tomorrow morning we’ll go on our second date.”

“Wait, wait, wait. We aren’t going to…”

“Nope. Not tonight. We already went further than I planned.”

“Yeah, but it was great, right?” I grin.

“Yes. It was. Even if I feel embarrassed by my lack of control.”

“Oh, no, Granger, that’s the best part.”

He frowns.

“Don’t you see? You want me so much you couldn’t control yourself.”