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At that night...

Granger gently laid her down on the crisp white sheets, covering her body with his own. His eyes swam with emotion as his jaw tightened.

They gazed at each other, feeling the need that drove every subsequent action and reaction. Emotions she wanted to confess died on her lips as he rose, still staring at her.

Something had changed between them, and she couldn't pinpoint what it was, but his gaze told her everything she needed to know: He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

This wasn't happening just because she would pay him, but because he wanted her.

Granger slipped off his shoes and socks. He retrieved a condom from the pocket of the pants she had unbuttoned before sliding them off.

Her mouth went dry as he hooked his fingers in the elastic of his boxers, discarding the garment. She was sure her eyes were wide, and her pupils were the size of grapes now. But, holy God, she had never been so aroused.

His cock was fully erect, pointing upwards. She never knew mu