Aria

I pushed off the couch, the oversized shirt falling off one shoulder as I walked toward him, slow, deliberate, hips rolling like I was back on stage and he was my only audience.

I straddled his lap without asking, feeling the thick, throbbing weight of him under me, barely restrained by his joggers.

My hands skimmed up his chest as I leaned in close, close enough to breathe him in.

"So…" I whispered against his jaw. "Can we fuck all day now?"

Grant didn’t move.

Didn't ...