My hands graze the edges of her pink panties, unabashedly discovering her. I steal a glance at her daring expression. Her eyes meet mine, and she nods again. I lock my fingers around the lace and rid her of them completely. The sweetest moan escapes her. I push her against the keys, instigating a clanging cacophony, before peppering her with delicate kisses. Her inner thighs. Her lower stomach. Then, the triangle between her legs. And when she whispers my name in a moan, I take her… desperately… fully… achingly in my mouth.

Her legs spread, hitting random keys, but the sound doesn’t distract me from my feast. She perches one leg against the piano bench and wraps the other around my shoulder. I take my time, tasting, teasing, and then devouring her with my tongue. Her hands slip, banging the keys on her sides and creating a strangely beautiful background to this, her sweet undoing.

“Grady, please,” she breathes out as she gets close.

My fingers push into her gently. Her breath hitches in a low moan. Then, she comes, convulsing deliciously against my fingers. I drink her up, relishing it. My dick aches against my jeans like it’s never been this hard before—fuck, maybe it hasn’t—but I’m patient. I want to take my time with her. Go slow and easy until I can’t anymore.

Her legs return to the floor like she’s melting off the piano. She fists my shirt at the neck, bringing me to her. “Kiss me, Grady.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice. Her kiss enflames every tight and throbbing muscle in my body with its sweet intensity. Her lips are strong, and her tongue playful as she taunts mine. Her hand slides down my chest to the bulge in my jeans, making me groan and bite her neck.

She laughs and utters breathlessly, “You are terribly overdressed.”

“A problem easily remedied,” I return, my tongue slipping behind her ear. “Want to move upstairs?”

Her eyes go wide, and she nibbles her bottom lip. “To your bedroom? For more? Absolutely, yes!”

A laugh catches in my throat, and she launches into a full-on giggle when I scoop her into my arms, whisk her through the living room, and carry her up the stairs. I lay her on the bed, but she doesn’t stay there.

“Oh, Grady, this is…” She rushes to the sliding glass doors of the upper deck overlooking the backyard and lake. Moonlight highlights her as it does the water below. Even at night, it is a gorgeous view, but my eyes are fixed on her. She lingers at the doors, taking it all in, still wearing her dress, open like a robe.