Although it’s probably too late, I realize. He’s invaded my work, the car I’ll probably buy, Malone’s, my parents’ house, and now, my new home.

When he speaks, it’s anticlimactic. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. We can have sex wherever you want. I’ve already fucked you on a bathroom counter and the floor when there was a bed right here. Obviously, I’m not picky.”

That wasn’t exactly the point I was trying to get across, but it doesn’t really matter. I can set as many boundaries as I want. Gray won’t be any easier to forget.

He rolls, so he’s above me—heavy, hot, and hard. I move to kiss him, but he dips his head before I can, skimming my jaw with a light brush that licks at my skin like an open flame.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs into the crook of my neck. “You should never wear clothes. Except maybe scrubs.”

“Scrubs? Scrubs are not sexy.”

“On you? Yes, they are.”

He moves away. I start to protest until I realize where he’s headed. The journey down my chest is leisurely and teasing. He pauses at my breasts before kissing a line down the center of my stomach.

“Almost as bad as that red bikini.” He swears, either at the memory or in response to the wetness between my legs.

I gasp his name at the first swipe of his tongue. Last time he did this, I was a mess of nerves. Now, there’s nothing but anticipation as his mouth works me over with the same expert touch he does everything else. Callous palms part my thighs, keeping them spread as he licks and swirls at sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure everywhere. My skin feels so hot that every touch sizzles. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him closer as the pressure builds and builds and explodes.

I don’t care to stay quiet. His name falls out of my mouth over and over again as waves of release wash over me.

Gray gives me no chance to recover before flipping me over. The crinkle of a wrapper is my only warning before he slides inside me in one slick stroke. It’s not soft and slow and languid, but rough and deep and desperate. Faster than I thought possible, I’m coming again. Gray growls before his hips still and he jerks inside of me.

Harsh breathing is the only sound. He moves off of me and heads into the hallway, probably to use the bathroom. I roll onto my back, feeling the cool rush of the air-conditioning hit the sweat lingering on my skin.