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  1. Southern Gentleman
  2. A Charleston Heat Novel
  3. Jessica Peterson
  4. Contents
  5. Also by Jessica Peterson
  6. Where to Find Jessica
  7. Julia
  8. Greyson
  9. Greyson
  10. Julia
  11. Julia
  12. Greyson
  13. Greyson
  14. Julia
  15. Greyson
  16. Greyson
  17. Julia
  18. Greyson
  19. Julia
  20. Julia
  21. Greyson
  22. Greyson
  23. Julia
  24. Greyson
  25. Julia
  26. Julia
  27. Julia
  28. Greyson
  29. Greyson
  30. Julia
  31. Greyson
  32. Greyson
  33. Julia
  34. Greyson
  35. Julia
  36. Greyson
  37. Julia
  38. Greyson
  39. Julia
  40. Epilogue
  41. Julia
  42. Southern Heartbreaker Excerpt
  43. Ford
  44. Also by Jessica Peterson
  45. Acknowledgments
  46. About the Author

She does as I tell her, ass up, head down, face turned to the side so I can just make out her features. Hair everywhere, pink lips swollen to a bright shade of red.

She’s watching me, eyes bright with arousal and curiosity.

Scooting toward her, I nudge her legs wider with my knee. Ducking down, I sink my teeth into her ass cheek. Her muscles there tense.

“You’re good,” she says before I can ask. I cup her ass in my hands, kneading her cheeks before I use my thumbs to part them.

I love seeing her. All of her. Pussy, asshole.

She’s trusting me with all this.

Pulling her ass cheek a little wider to spread the lips of her cunt open, I guide myself inside her. Sensation in my balls spiking as I sink into her tight heat.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I groan.

“Grey,” she pants. Pleads.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pull my hips back. Roll them forward. Do it again. Harder this time, our bodies slapping when they meet.

She cries out with delight.

I reach around and play with her clit while I thrust deep. She’s crying out again, her pussy just barely fluttering. I feel sparks at the base of my spine. I grit my teeth. I’ve always managed to get her off first. Not about to break that tradition.

I may be a villain, but I’m not a selfish bastard.

“How bad do you want?” I repeat, rolling the pads of my middle finger right where she needs it.

“Bad,” she breathes.

I thrust into her at the same time I gently pluck her clit between my thumb and forefinger. I’m sweating with the effort to hold back. She’s so wet. So soft. Clearly turned on by this side of me.

A tremor moves through her legs.

She’s close.

Perfect.

I swipe my thumb across her clit one last time. Get it nice and wet.

And then I pull back.

“What the fuck?” she cries.

“You asked for bad,” I say, drawing my thumb across her ass cheek. “So that’s what you’re gonna get.”

I dip my thumb between her crack. Just above her pucker. I tug at her ass cheek, spreading her some more.

Carefully, I press the pad of my thumb to her asshole. Still pumping into her.

Her pussy contracts forcefully, once.

“Grey,” she’s saying. “My God, yes.”

“Bad enough?”

“More.”

I press a little harder. “Play with yourself, baby. It’ll make the bad real good.”

I play with her asshole and fuck her from behind while she reaches down and plays with her pussy.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming.

She starts to moan. Legs trembling, cunt fluttering. Hips rolling against me, seeking more.

My heart swells. She doesn’t just like this.

She fucking loves it. She’s playing along. Letting me in.

Showing me just how much she likes my dark side.

She comes and I come, a burst of light and feeling. I dig my fingers into her sides, holding her tight. She reaches back and grabs me by the wrist. Holding on for dear life as she clenches around me. Crying out my name.