Gracie squealed in surprise as Mark flipped her off her knees and onto her back. The sound broke the electric silence that had reigned since she’d dragged him into the room.
“What are you doing?”
He plucked the condom from her hands and ripped it open. With a quick motion, he rolled it onto his erection. “Pleasuring you,” he growled.
Planting his hands on her inner thighs, he spread her open. She was already wet, had been since she’d opened the door to him. The thought of his hands on her body had made her so weak in the knees, she’d leaned her forehead against the inside of her door and, banging it lightly, thought damn it, damn it, damn it.
She’d wanted him in her bed so badly that she’d tossed aside all her caution and called him back in.
But she’d pictured a very different scenari
