Foolish Games: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 1) Read Free Page B

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    Grant moaned loudly, his forehead nestling against the crook of Zenobia’s neck. “Fuck, yes, that’s it.” He kissed Zenobia’s nape as he pulled his fingers out with a slick pop. Zenobia whimpered at the loss, her breath thin and ragged, lungs burning with each one she took.
    Grant’s other hand shifted from Zenobia’s hips to the hem of her dress, pulling up to her waist. Zenobia whimpered, her hips rocking forward, but Grant’s hand didn’t linger. He then traced a finger down her back, over her ass, and finally pulling her panties to reveal her. The sudden whip of cool air on sweaty, heated skin made Zenobia shudder.
    “Please,” Zenobia whimpered, her hips rocking up of their own volition to try and get some much needed friction, even against the concrete of the hallway floor, it didn’t matter.
    Grant chuckled, a slow, sexy laugh that ran over Zenobia like hot wax. Without warning, a long finger ran over the dripping wet lips of her pussy, making her lurch forward with a stuttering cry.
    “Nfgh—”
    Zenobia crossed her arms over the doorstep, letting her head fall against them, her chest heaving with labored breaths. Grant continued to tease her with his fingers, dipping them in her wetness and encircling her throbbing clit.
    “I’m going to fuck you here,” Grant whispered over Zenobia’s damp skin, “Right here on your doorstep where everyone could see us. Anyone, at any moment, any given time, could catch us.”
    The lust dripped off Grant’s voice like honey, and it took Zenobia everything she had not to come right then, her pussy contracting and spilling out even more at Grant’s words.
    “Would you like that?” Grant breathed out as he scissored his fingers deep inside Zenobia, wanting to drag it out and make her beg. “Hmm? How would you like being spread out here, all wanton for my cock, where anyone in the whole condo could just walk by and see you?”
    “Yeah, God, yes, please, Grant, yes—”
    As Grant paid more attention to her clit, Zenobia lost any resemblance of coherency. All that came out of her mouth was a string of breathy moans and something that sounded occasionally like Grant’s name, utterly lost in the liquid sex that was Grant’s voice. She tried to push back again, to fuck herself on Grant’s hand, her body torn with the need to be filled and the need to be filled. The grip on her hip doubled, stilling her movements. Zenobia cried out, soft, dry, and desperate.
    Grant’s tongue found her ear again, darting quickly around the pointed tip of it before sucking her earlobe into that lush mouth of his. She was pretty sure that she was dripping onto her welcome mat, and she couldn’t care less at that moment.
    “Please what?” Grant teased, his grin soft against Zenobia’s cheek.
    Zenobia whined, a low, keening sound that could have been heard echoing from their floor down to the lobby. She bit on her tongue, tears clumping his eyelashes, bared raw at Grant’s mercy.
    “Fuck me.” Zenobia groaned, turning his head to catch Grant’s mouth in a sloppy kiss. “Fuck me here. Fuck me however you want.”
    Grant moaned in the kiss, their tongues tangling together, mouths parted, teeth biting and clashing, drawing blood from abused lips.
    “I’m gonna make you come so hard,” Grant whispered haltingly, his and Zenobia’s breath one and the same. “All messy and uncontrolled like the little slut you are, fucking you hard and fast with my fingers alone.”
    Zenobia keened, tossing her head back, cheek pressed hard against Grant’s jaw line. His teeth scraped along the side of her neck.
    Breathing hard through his nose, he whispered, “I’m gonna make you writhe and ask for more.”
    At that, he delved into Zenobia’s mouth again, tongues battling for dominance. Zenobia whimpered, jaw going slack against Grant’s hard, demanding kiss, his tongue fucking her mouth just like his fingers were plunging in and out of her pussy, all the way up to the