“Have you gotten in touch with your psychiatrist since you’ve been back in town?”
Sighing, I observed the falling snow out the window, before finally facing my father who sat in my chair. “Not since I’ve been back, no.”
“Well, don’t you think you should schedule an appointment?”
“I think I’m good, actually. I haven’t had any episodes in over a year, and, in fact, I would even be inclined to say that I’m cured.” I smiled before taking a sip of my coffee.
“You know there are a lot of people who would agree that using sex as a treatment for Impulsive Aggression is, in fact, not a treatment.”
I ran my hands through my hair.
“Can we not have this discussion here, please? I’m fine. If I feel any triggers, I promise to get help before it gets out of control, okay?”
“I know, son.” He finished the last of his coffee and stood up.
“We all want what’s best for you. I just don’t want you to go down that road again. None of us do.” He patted me on the back before heading out the door.
I had this under control. I’d had it under control for years. I fought the demons. I won. I’d always won.
I sat at my desk and scrutinized today’s agenda, so fucking tired of meetings. I glanced over at Emmalin’s desk and checked my watch: 8:15 a.m. She was late. She was never late. The entire time she’d worked here, she’d never been late. I tried not to focus on it. I mean, why the hell was I worrying anyway? It wasn’t like she was my girlfriend. I shouldn’t care. As her employer, I cared.
There I go, being a dick. I didn’t care she was late, but that was fifteen minutes I didn’t get to see her. I stared out the window at the snow falling harder. This was turning into a typical Chicago winter.
“Good morning, Mr. Mandrake.” Glenda’s voice came over on the intercom.
“Good morning, Glenda. How can I be of service?”
“Cute, Mr. Mandrake. The conference room is ready for your eight thirty meeting.”
“Yes, I’ll be right in. Has Chace arrived yet?”
“He’s standing in front of me, sir.” I heard rustling.
“Get your ass out here, fuckwad,” Chace said before hanging up.
Every day I questioned my friendship with that asshole.
My attention was drawn back to Emmalin’s empty desk, and I checked my phone again. Nothing. Telling myself not to worry, I headed toward the conference room.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” I tried my best running through snow since it was virtually impossible to get a cab. I overslept. Completely against my will. I also woke up to it being thirty degrees in my apartment because of no electricity. I was behind on payments, and the only way to get it back on was to get to the electric company before closing. I was already late to work and hoped I could leave early, so I could have heat over the weekend. I reached Mandrake Towers, wet from snow as well as sweat. I ran into the building and headed for the elevators.
As I rode the elevator, I tried my best to wring the water out of my hair. I looked like a hot mess. Attempting to smooth out my hair and clothing only seemed to make it worse. At the top floor, I rushed by Glenda into Grayson’s office and straight to my desk, immediately powering on my laptop. I stood up and started taking off my coat.
“Thanks for joining us today.”
Screaming, I whirled around. Standing in the corner with the golf set was a man almost, if not just, as tall as Grayson, with thick blond hair, broad shoulders, and a nice, tailored suit opened at the collar. Clearly you have to be straight off the runway to work here. I put my hands on my chest.
“You scared the hell out of me.”
He smiled. “My apologies. I was expecting Grayson, but you’re way sexier than he thinks he is.”
Damn, was I blushing? I tried not to look directly at him and turned my attention back to my desk.
He stalked toward me and extended his hand. “I don’t think we’ve ever been formally introduced. Chace Cartwright, CFO here at Mandrake Enterprises.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Cartwright. Emmalin Ross.”
“Please, call me Chace.”
Nodding, I shifted my attention back to my desk, but he stepped in front of me.
“So, you’re Grayson’s newbie? I’ve heard a lot about you and how you have a knack for numbers. I may have to steal you away.” It didn’t escape my notice how close he stood. He casually brushed my hair off my face but kept his hand there. Instinctually, I jerked away, but before I could respond, Grayson strolled in.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
His eyes blazed with fury, and his hands were clenched at his sides. I purposefully stepped back from Chace.
Chace looked over at Grayson and chuckled.
“No sweat, man. I was just introducing myself. We never had a formal introduction.” Grayson stepped further into the room. Suddenly, this huge office seemed small. Too small. I was surrounded by two men who took ownership of any room they were in. I didn’t belong here.
I turned toward Grayson.
“I’m sorry I’m late. It won’t happen again.”
“No, it won’t. You can stay late to make up for it.” Before I could say anything, he turned to Chace.
“I need you to follow me now.” It wasn’t a request. He stormed from the room before Chace even took a step.
“It was really nice meeting you, Ms. Ross.”
As soon as we got to Chace’s office, I slammed the door. “What the fuck was that, Chace?”
Chace sighed. “Are we really going to do this now?”
I banged my fists on the desk, creating a loud boom. “Cut the shit, Chace. I told you she was off limits, and I walk into my office and you have your fucking hands on her.”
“You don’t have anything to worry about. She’s good.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Chace sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “You don’t have anything to worry about. She flinched.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Chace?” I repeated, gritting my teeth.
“She flinched. I moved her hair out of her face, and she flinched. Any other girl I would’ve done that to would’ve had her panties off, bent over the desk, and had me fucking her brains out. Emmalin flinched. She’s the first person ever to pass my panty test.”
I ran my hands through my hair, thinking of all the times Chace and I had been with women together. I finally had to stop hiring personal assistants, since it clearly got too personal. “You’re fucked up, you know that? You’re fired.”
He smirked. “That’s only the fourth time this week I’ve been fired. I must be doing something right. Now, leave me alone. I have meetings you’re making me do, and I want to hit the tables before the storm is in full force.”
“I remind myself every day that I’ve known you since the third grade. I hated you then, and I still hate you now.”
“Yeah, I know.”
I turned and left Chace’s office. What a way to get that temper going by yelling at her? I ran my hands through my hair and took a deep breath before walking into the office, preparing to apologize. It was empty. The thing she called a coat was still hanging on the rack, so she was still here. Still with me. I backed out and called over to Glenda.
“Glenda, have you seen Ms. Ross?”
“Yes, she went to collect files from Peterson and Brown on the seventh floor. Is there something I can help you with?”
I scratched my head. “No. No, thank you.”
I spent the rest of the day making sure all the establishments were fully stocked for the storm, dealing with last minute arrangements, and making sure each facility was well equipped with backup generators for my backup generators. I loved winter. Business was practically tripled. Why be at home when you could wait out a storm at a luxurious hotel, casino, and spa? Spending money always helped pass the time.
I didn’t see Emmalin again until well past five. The rest of the staff was already headed home, but she was at her desk on the phone, looking almost frantic. She kept glancing at her watch as well as out the window. By now, the snow was sticking and going on four inches.
“Hello, sorry to bother you. I was just making sure you guys were still open… I know, but— Are you sure no one could wait just a little bit longer?” Her voice dropped. “Okay… yes, I understand. Yes, thank you anyway.” She hung up the phone, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath before looking out the window.
I walked in, already feeling like an asshole from earlier, and now here I was eavesdropping. I could hero this. “If it’s a ride you need, I’m more than happy to take you home. Besides, it is my fault you’re here.”
The sadness in her eyes gutted me. “It’s not that, but thank you. And I’m sorry for not being on time this morning.”
“I owe you an apology. I understand things happen, and I was already in a mood. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.” Nodding, she avoided eye contact and stared down at her hands. Something was going on. “Well, give me ten minutes to finish a few more calls, and we’ll be on our way.”
This was going to be an extremely long weekend with no heat. I was too embarrassed to call anyone to see if I could stay with them. Everything was shut down due to the weather, so I guess even if I had been on time this morning, I still wouldn’t have made it to the utility company. I wondered how much a few nights in one of the Mandrake hotels would be. Shit, who was I kidding? I couldn’t afford it. I couldn’t afford a motel.
“Ready?” Glancing up, I noticed Grayson had my coat. We made our way down to the parking garage. The only vehicle in sight was a black Range Rover. “I haven’t seen this one yet. Latest toy?”
He smiled, attempting to buckle me in, while I pushed his hand out the way. “Yes, this is my ‘bad weather’ vehicle. It does a mighty fine job.”
Grimacing, I took off my hat and gloves. The snow had accumulated. No chance of a letup. Fuck.
“Penny for your thoughts?” We had pulled to a stoplight.
“Just observing the snow.”
“It takes some getting used to, but the city clears it quickly. But you never know, anything could happen.”
“Different than Arizona, that’s for sure.”
“Do you miss it?”
“No,” I said with a firm voice and hoped he didn’t press for more information. Luckily, he took the hint.
As we pulled outside my apartment, I inwardly cringed, knowing damn well I had no heat, not to mention it was below zero outside.
“Thank you again for the ride. I know you didn’t have to, but I do appreciate it.”
His hand stroked the side of my face ever so gently. I found myself leaning in to his touch and closing my eyes, relishing his attention. “It’s never a problem. You’re never a problem to me. Ever. Don’t ever think that.”
I opened my eyes and stared into the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Before I had time to react, he leaned in and his lips brushed mine. Gently at first. Then with much more force. His hand went around to the back of my neck, and his other hand in my hair. He pulled back after a few seconds, and I was instantly lost without his touch. He pressed his forehead against mine and gripped the lapel of my coat.
“I won’t apologize for that.”
I smiled. I didn’t want him to.
We sat there, still trying to catch our breaths. He brushed my hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. “You’re so breathtaking.” It was a whisper, so quiet I almost missed it.
“Goodnight, Grayson.”
“Goodnight, Emmalin.”
I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me. That girl did something to me. All I wanted to do was be around her, yet I kept telling myself I couldn’t. She was different.
I had driven about two blocks and was sitting at a stoplight watching the snow fall when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Her scarf. She left her scarf. Surely she needed this. Granted, I could wait until Monday to give it to her. Or I could turn around, drive back to her place, and give it to her now… any excuse to see her.
I headed back to her place. I ran up the stairs, preparing to press the button to be let up, and I noticed the door wasn’t even closed all the way to the building. I already hated the place. She couldn’t possibly live in a place that lacked so much security. I checked the hinges and noticed two of them were loose. Well, this wasn’t going to do at all. She couldn’t live here. It wasn’t safe. The entire building looked like it’d fall over. Heading inside, I discovered the elevator was broken. Of course. Surveying the questionable stairway, I made my way to the fifth floor.
Apartment 5C, this was Emmalin’s home. I knocked. A few seconds went by, and I knocked again, only this time louder. It was amazing the door didn’t fall off. I finally heard rumbling inside.
“Who is it?”
“Um, hey, it’s me… Grayson.”
There wasn’t even a peephole. What if I was an ax murderer? As if an ax murderer would announce himself.
She unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door.
She stood before me still in her coat but also with a blanket around her, her gloves still on, and a lighter in her hands.
Something was off.
Stepping into the hallway, she blocked the entrance.
“Grayson, was there something you needed?”
Yeah, you.
“No, you left your scarf in the car. I figured you would need it.”
She glanced down at my hands. “Oh, okay. Thank you. I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t be.” I couldn’t help but look past her into the apartment, noticing it was only dimly lit by a few candles. It was dark and cold. Pushing past her, I stalked inside and scanned the apartment.
“What’s going on? Is your heater broken?”
She looked flustered. “No, it’s not broken. It’s just not on.”
“Why? It’s below freezing outside. It’s freezing in here. You’ll get sick!”
Realizing I was yelling, and she was still standing at the door, cowering. She took a deep breath.
“It’s not broken, okay? It’s not on because…” She trailed off.
“Emmalin!”
“Because I was past due, and I didn’t have the money to pay for it until today. That’s why I was late. The power was shut off sometime during the night, and they closed before I got off to pay them, so I can’t get to them until Monday.” She stepped forward and reached for the scarf still in my hand. “Thank you for returning this. I’ll see you Monday.” She went back towards the opened door, waiting for me to leave.
Smirking, I ran my hands through my hair. “Yeah, okay. Pack your stuff.”
“Grayson, you—”
“Pack your stuff, Emmalin. You aren’t staying here.”
“Grayson, it’s fine really. I’ll figure something out.”
“Emmalin. Pack your stuff, or I will pack for you. I’m not asking you.”
We stood facing each other. I wasn’t going to back down. Her stance showed she wasn’t going to back down either. I had half a mind to throw her against a wall and fuck her, because the angrier she made me, the harder I got. But ever so slowly, she crumbled. She put her hands up in surrender.
“Can you at least relax and give me a few minutes to get what I need? I’m not going to do this with you standing over me. This place is small enough as it is, and now it just looks ridiculous with you standing here.”
I relaxed my posture only slightly. That was all she was going to get. Spotting a card table with a single chair, I took a seat while she began filling an overnight bag. It gave me a chance to compose myself and get my cock under control.
I seized the opportunity to examine her apartment more thoroughly. It was small, yet had some homey qualities to it. I could tell she tried to make this place her own.
Aside from the card table and chair, the only other piece of furniture was a futon. She had a small bookshelf and a stand where a TV normally would’ve been. I wandered over to the bookshelf. All VC Andrews. Interesting. She cleared her throat.
“I’m ready.”
Turning toward her, I grabbed her bag.
“I can carry my bag.”
“I never said you couldn’t.”
I stood in the hallway while she locked the door, and then we headed for the stairways to the car. I placed her bag in the backseat, and we started on our way.
The snow was falling more heavily. Glancing over, I realized she was counting her cash.
“There’s a motel a few blocks away. I should have enough money for a room tonight.”
I scowled. “Do you honestly think I would take you to something like a seedy motel? It’s bad enough you live in a very questionable apartment complex, which by the way, remind me to call the housing authority about the lack of security. Anyone could just walk in and do God knows what.”
“You mean how you walked in and forced me from my place?”
“That’s different, and you know it. You should’ve told me.”
“Told you what? My life is none of your business, Grayson.”
“Everything you do is my business, Emmalin!” Running my hand through my hair, I took a deep breath and reminded myself to moderate my tone. “Everything you do is my business. You’re my employee; I make sure my employees are always taken care of. I own five-star hotels, for fuck’s sake.”
She sighed before saying, “It’s not something I’m comfortable with discussing.”
I nodded and kept driving.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to a gated area. I wasn’t sure why he didn’t drop me off at one of his hotels, since he didn’t want me at the motel around the corner from where I lived.
By now, the snow was in full effect. I was amazed we made it to our destination without getting stuck. This was my first full-on Chicago storm.
As we pulled into a garage, I counted seven cars. Why anyone needed that many cars was beyond me. Before I had a chance to unbuckle my seatbelt, he was already opening my door for me, helping me out, and grabbing my bag.
We entered through a side door not too far from the front entrance of the house and into the foyer. Holy shit. This place was massive. I’d been in some big places before, but never like this.
“You live here?”
He turned to me and started unbuttoning my coat. I pushed his hands away, and he gave me a scowl.
“Sometimes.”
I wandered around the living room. There was a massive fireplace, which was big enough to be a room by itself. I glanced back at him. “What does that mean exactly?”
“Sometimes, as in I don’t come to this home often, but it’s my favorite and the most comfortable.”
I surveyed the living space again.
“Exactly how many homes do you have?”
“In the city? Three. Well, four if you count the one above my office.”
I was speechless. We just stood there staring at each other.
“Why is this your favorite?”
He smirked. Him and that damn smirk. I wanted to wipe it off his face every time he did it. “Do you really want to talk about this or would you like to take off your coat and get comfortable?” He didn’t wait for me to answer and started unbuttoning my coat again. I pushed his hands away and did it myself. I took off my scarf and hat, and before I could ask where to hang them, he grabbed them from me and disappeared around the corner.
I was contemplating if this was a bad idea and considered finding a way to Isabella’s when he crept up behind me.
“Stop thinking about it.”
I turned around and once again found him standing in my personal space—all 6’3” of him, wearing the sexiest cologne.
“What?”
“I know what you’re thinking, so stop thinking about it.” He placed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Also, you wouldn’t make it far with the way the snow’s piled up in the short amount of time we’ve been here.”
I peered over his shoulder the best I could with his massive height, since he clearly wasn’t going to move out of my space. Damn. He was right.
“Hungry?”
While peering up at him, I stepped back for personal boundaries, and I felt myself falling backward. I’d forgotten about the three stairs that led down into the living area. Grayson’s strong arms wrapped around my waist, preventing me from making a complete fool of myself.
“Always trying to get away,” he murmured before carrying me down the three steps into the living area. He set me down and again tucked loose hair behind my ear. “Come on. Let’s see what’s in the kitchen for dinner.” He laced my fingers in between his and walked us toward the kitchen, gesturing toward a barstool for me to sit at the kitchen island. “Are you allergic to anything?”
I was busy looking around the huge kitchen, but at the same time, trying not to be obvious that everything in his house was overwhelming.
“No, nothing at all.”
He opened the fridge and peered in before grabbing several bowls and placing them on the counter.
“Chicken okay?”
“Chicken’s great.”
I watched Grayson put on an apron and begin prepping dinner.
“Anything I can help with?”
“Yes, you sit there and look beautiful.” He smiled and grabbed a bottle of wine out of a walk-in wine pantry and poured us both a glass of red.
I, of course, blushed. After a few moments of silence, I decided to make casual conversation.
“Somehow, I imagined you with your own personal chef to prepare meals for you.”
He smiled before looking up into my eyes. “Why is that?”
“I don’t know. You’re Grayson Mandrake. I’m sure you have everything catered to you.”
He shook his head. “I do have a chef, yes, but I also enjoy cooking. It’s relaxing. Besides, I’ve never had anyone to share my talents with, so this is actually an enjoyable experience for me right now.”
I didn’t know how to take that. Before I knew it, he was setting a plate of delicious smelling chicken, with a side of asparagus, a side salad, and a basket of Italian bread with olive oil in front of me. He poured us more wine before taking the chair next to me.
“Thank you, Grayson. This looks great.”
“My pleasure.”
“Would you mind if I used the bathroom to wash my hands?”
“Of course. Down the hall, third door on the right.”
Grabbing my purse, I headed to the bathroom to take my medication.
When that was done, I inspected myself in the mirror. He’s nice, I reassured myself. There is nothing to be scared of. I smoothed down my hair before making my way back to the kitchen.
“You could’ve started without me.”
“I wanted to wait. Also, you’re the first person I’ve cooked for in a very long time, so if it’s horrible, we can both not enjoy it together.”
I laughed, and we dug in.
“Oh my goodness, Grayson. This is really good.”
He laughed. “Thank you, but a part of me is wondering if it’s really good or if you’re just saying that.”
I took a sip of wine. “Actually, I was just saying that because you’re my boss.”
He threw his hand across his chest. “And she wounded me.”
We both laughed, and I threw a piece of bread at him. “It’s really good too. Thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone cook for me before.”
“It’s my pleasure.” He shot me that panty-dropping smile, which I was sure every girl he’d ever come across fell for. I’d told myself I wouldn’t fall for it, but I was starting to believe I’d be one more statistic.
“Would you like more wine?”
“Why, Mr. Mandrake, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get me drunk.” I held out my glass, graciously accepting more wine.
“Is it working?”
I shook my head. “Good try, though.”
As he began clearing away the dishes, I again offered to help, but he told me no and to make myself comfortable, so I took my wine, headed into the living room, and settled on the huge leather sofa in front of the gigantic fireplace. He joined me shortly after with a fresh bottle of wine and a glass of amber liquid for him.
“So why here?” I asked. He took a drink and raised his eyebrow, so I clarified. “I mean, you could’ve left me at my apartment, or dropped me off at a motel or, hell, even one of your hotels. So I’m asking why you brought me here.”
He topped off my wine before answering. “Well, first of all, your apartment isn’t safe.” I began to interrupt, but he held his hand up. “It’s not safe, and frankly, I don’t like you living there, but that’s something we can discuss later. Secondly, I would never take you to a seedy motel. They’re full of drug dealers and prostitutes, and you are neither a drug dealer nor a prostitute. And third, I like you, and I wanted you here."
I stared into my wine glass. Well, shit. How the hell was I supposed to respond to that? I sat my glass down because it was starting to make me fuzzy, and that usually only led to bad decisions. But maybe, for once, it was going to help me make a good decision. Was that even possible?
“So you’re asking for one night? One night of us together?”
He stared at me intently. “Are you giving me one night?”
Suddenly, my hands seemed mighty intriguing as I attempted to avoid eye contact, but he wasn’t having that. With a hand under my chin, he lifted my face. Before I could say anything, his phone rang. Without breaking eye contact, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and turned the volume off before laying it on the table.
I glanced at the phone as it buzzed again.
“Did you need to get that?”
“No.”
Suddenly I needed to stand up. Damn, this was awkward. I kept telling myself this was my boss. Hell, he’d probably slept with plenty of his staff. I walked toward the built-in bookshelf and grazed my hand along the books, taking in the titles. Shit, it was getting hot. I couldn’t tell if it was from the fire, the wine, or the fact that Grayson was standing behind me, generating a ridiculous amount of heat and taking up all my air.
I turned to face him but didn’t expect him to be so close. All he had to do was move half an inch, and his lips would’ve been on mine. God, he smelled good. All I could think about were his lips on mine and his hands touching me. His phone vibrated again, drawing my attention, and I took a deep breath.
“Are you sure you don’t need to get that?”
He brought his hand up and gently stroked my cheek.
“I’m sure.” Breathing became difficult, and he’d barely touched me.
“What if it’s important?” My voice was husky and barely audible.
“If it’s important now, it’ll still be important tomorrow,” he whispered, his lips barely touching mine. Just a tickle. Ever so quietly, I heard him say, “Breathe.”
Then his mouth crashed against mine.
My hands flew into his hair; I already wanted more of him. That was all I needed. My lips crushed into his, hungry for his mouth. For his touch. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling it as well as yanking him toward me. His hands traveled higher up my skirt and gripped the side of my panties, and I felt a snap. One side had ripped, and he was already starting on the other side. Another rip. Before I could come to my senses, his hand had traveled up my thigh and found my clit. Soaked. It was the lightest touch, but it made me shudder. I groaned into his mouth, wanting him to do that again.
He reached down, grabbed one of my legs, and wrapped it around him. I was vaguely aware when my other foot left the ground, and I was immediately lifted. Now was the time to say stop. Now was the time to say I couldn’t do this. Now was the time to say so many things, and yet, all I wanted was his body pressed against mine.
One night.
I remembered him walking us up the stairs and into his room. I remembered the way he kissed down my neck and laid me on the bed, gently. I remembered him ripping off my blouse and buttons flying every which way. I remembered his hands touching me all over as if he wanted to remember every part of me.
He unhooked my bra, and for a split second, I became self-conscious. That went away the moment he put his mouth on my nipple. My back arched off the bed, which only urged him to suck and tease me more.
Seeing that he was still fully dressed, I went to lift his shirt off. I needed to touch him. He grabbed my hands and held them on either side of my head.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
He sucked more on my nipples then moved slightly to the side and sucked harder on the skin, almost as if he was determined to leave a mark. As he moved down further, I became nervous. He must have felt my body tense, and he froze.
“If you want me to stop, I promise, I’ll stop.” He held my gaze. I didn’t want him to stop, but I was too embarrassed to tell him no guy had ever done that.
“Do you want me to stop?” I shook my head. “The words, Emmalin. I need to hear you say the words.”
I took a breath.
“I don’t want you to stop, Grayson.” I saw lust in his eyes. He sat up, pulling his shirt over his head. God he was beautiful.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look here in my bed?” Before I could react, his tongue swiped on my clit, and I jumped. He rested a hand firmly on my stomach to hold me down.
I had never seen a more beautiful sight. Emmalin in my bed, naked and open to me. She was exquisite, and I wanted nothing more than to make her come in my mouth. I’d been dying to taste her, to have her since the moment I laid eyes on her. I sucked on her clit like a man starved before tonguing her entrance while gently massaging her clit with my thumb.
She was so close. I wanted more. While keeping my mouth on her delicious cunt, I moved a hand up her soft body until it found its prize. I teased her nipples as she grew wetter against my tongue.
I nipped harder at her clit. Just a little more pressure, and I knew she was gone. I inserted two fingers while keeping my mouth in place. Her pussy was so tight, I could only imagine what it would feel like with my dick. As I curled my fingers upward, she arched off the bed and came in my mouth. Heaven.
I gently lapped up her juices to bring her down from her orgasm. Discarding the rest of my clothes, I kissed my way up her body until I settled over her. She looked at me with lust in her eyes. A want. A need. I needed her too. Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled out a condom and rolled it on. I had never loathed a condom so much in my entire life than I did at that moment. As much as I didn’t want anything between us, I knew I couldn’t be careless.
I rubbed my cock between her folds, knowing damn well she was beyond ready. She was whimpering as I teased her. Staring into her eyes, I brought my head down to kiss her and I sank inside. Holy fucking shit. She was so wet and so fucking tight, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a fist. I definitely wasn’t going to last.
“Grayson.” The only name on her lips. Fuck it. Reaching down to her clit, I gave it a light pinch. She was coming around my cock in waves. I bit down on her shoulder to muffle a cry as I had one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced.
The room was quiet except for our heavy breathing. I was still buried in her, not wanting to let her go. Her hands were on my head, gently massaging.
“Grayson…” She gently said my name. I knew what she was going to say—something about how we shouldn’t have done this, or that this could never happen again. Before she could say anything, I kissed her. I kissed her hard until she opened up and let me in.
Those words would never leave her mouth if I had anything to do with it.
She was mine.