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Acknowledging that I had found that special someone eased the knots of anxiety tightening in my stomach. Not entirely, but enough to calm the tremors in my fingers. Of course, that pesky lingering voice in the recesses of my mind taunted me, whispering fears that once Gray finally got what he wanted, he’d vanish like all the rest of them.
Tonight, I made a conscious decision to silence that nagging voice for good.
I needed Gray to understand, down into his bones, the depth of my love for him. The man I cherished above all else deserved our first time to be unmarred by doubts and insecurities.
Lost in my thoughts, I momentarily forgot the elevator’s ascent. When Gray mentioned arranging a nicer room post-ceremony, I imagined something a tad more modest—a step up from the questionable motel we’d been staying at on the outer fringes of the city where you instantly felt the urge to pull out a black light to check how recently the sheets had been washed. Yet, here we were, in a bougie hotel not far from the bustling strip, climbing to a height promising killer views of the city. It wasn’t the Bellagio by any means, but it certainly surpassed my expectations.
How Gray managed to afford such luxury remained a mystery to me, Unless, of course, I’d unknowingly tied the knot with a secret millionaire. Ha, as if. Gray was tighter than Kingston’s pants after a feast at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
The weight of the producer’s card nestled in the back pocket of my suit tugged at my thoughts once more. Realistically, the offer to fly me out to LA to record a demo and potentially sign me would likely eventuate to nothing. Still, that didn’t halt my daydreams of one day having the means to stay in a place like this without a second thought. To be able to take care of Gray the way he’d taken care of me all these months.
Gray’s soft whistle snapped me back to reality. Instead of revealing a hallway, the elevator doors parted to unveil what I presumed to be our room. A room adorned with flickering tea light candles and delicate rose petals strewn about. Paired with the panoramic cityscape visible through floor-to-ceiling windows, the scene stole my breath away. The fact that Gray arranged such a gesture left me with tears in my eyes.
“Gray, this is incredible. You’re incredible,” I murmured, overcome with gratitude.
He turned to me, the sight of his dimple on the edge of his lopsided smile making me melt just a little bit inside. “I love hearing you praise me, Princess. But in this instance, the credit belongs to Remy. Well, him and the rest of the team.”
“What do you mean?” I’d already deduced that Remy had played a part when he showed up at the chapel dressed like James Bond, and thrust a garment bag and shoebox at me. I hadn’t even been surprised, considering I doubted Gray and Remy had ever spent a week apart from each other. As if Remy would miss Gray’s wedding. But hearing the rest of his friends had also been involved was news to me.
“Well, when I confided in him that I planned to propose to you, he insisted on making it as special as possible. His exact words were, “Colt is the best thing that’s ever happened to you, and I refuse to let you fuck this up.” Not that he doubted me, but he also knew I couldn’t afford to do everything I wanted. So, he graciously offered to finance our wedding and honeymoon, courtesy of homophobic Grand-daddy Remington’s trust fund. Remy found the irony rather amusing,” Gray explained.
“He even briefed the team on the plan, and the guys pooled together to gift us this room as a wedding present. Remy came in and put the finishing touches on the room while we were getting our license. The sneaky bastard even had your suit tailored. And while I’ve never been more grateful for a piece of clothing in my life, I hope he won’t be too miffed when I tear it off you,” Gray added, his gaze shifting from affectionate to hungry, bordering on feral.
Whenever I had envisioned this moment with Gray, I’d imagined it would be one of tenderness. But as Gray started stalking towards me with a predatory intent, it seemed that tonight might hold a different type of passion altogether. And fuck me if my dick didn’t love it.
Instinctively, I sensed that Gray didn’t want me to submit too easily. So, with each step he took towards me, I mirrored with a step back, until the edge of the bed grazed the back of my thighs.
Gray wasted no time taking advantage of my lack of space to retreat, closing the distance between us until he pressed his body firmly against my own. Then, without a word, he pushed me down onto the mattress and crawled over my body. He began trailing a feather-light finger up and down my bare arms, then leisurely across the curve of my exposed collarbone, all the while maintaining that wild gleam in his eyes. I could feel the beads of perspiration gathering in the hollow of my throat, and Gray smirked knowingly before he bent down to lick the salt from my skin. A low moan escaped my lips, betraying my desire as my cock pulsed with need.
Gray persisted in his tantalizingly slow exploration, his tongue tracing every inch of uncovered skin and igniting a wildfire of want within me. The teasing flicks of his tongue drove me to the brink, reducing me to a panting, writhing mess, squirming on the edge of the mattress in a desperate attempt to seek some friction that would ease the ache in my balls. It was evident that his aim was to banish every rational thought, leaving only raw hunger in its wake.
And just when I hovered on the precipice of pleading for more, he shifted his focus, licking his way up the column of my throat before nipping at my earlobe. The sudden jolt of pain sent a surge of arousal coursing through me, intensifying my lust for him.
“As pretty as you look, baby, I think you’ll look even prettier when I tear these clothes from your body and your tight little hole is wrapped around my cock,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine and causing a wet spot to spread on the silky front of my pants.
“Yes. Please. I want that. I want you. Fuck me, Gray.” My voice came out embarrassingly breathless, considering neither of us had shed even a single item of clothing yet. Gray had a talent for short-circuiting my brain whenever I was around him like this.
“No, baby,” he chided gently, taking hold of my face in his large hands, ensuring he had my full attention. “I am never going to fuck you. I’m going to claim you as mine. I’m going to feel as close to you as physically possible, and I’m going to relish the sensation of being inside of you. I want to make love to you, today and every day for as long as we both shall live. I’ll worship your body like I do the ground you walk on, because that’s the least you deserve. I consider myself the luckiest person in the world to have the chance to see you like this. Your trust means everything to me, and I want you to know that I don’t take that trust lightly. Understood, Princess?”
Well, damn. If I’d been wearing panties, they’d be a melted puddle on the floor right now.
“Yes, I understand,” I managed to reply in a husky whisper.
“Good,” Gray responded, that feral expression returning moments before the sound of tearing fabric reached my ears. Under different circumstances, I’d be pissed at the destruction of such a beautiful jumpsuit, but at that moment, it didn’t even register. All I could think about was shedding my clothes as quickly as possible, and Gray’s ridiculous strength ensured that happened with admirable speed.
Refusing to wait any longer, my hands found their way to the waistband of Gray’s dress pants. Fumbling with an unnecessary number of buttons, I let out a frustrated growl before taking a page out of Gray’s book and just ripping the damn thing open. A button went flying in a direction I didn’t even bother to track. Not when I had Gray’s exposed hard cock jutting out of opening in his suit pants and pointing directly at my face. Of all the days for him to go commando.
Sensing the direction of my thoughts, Gray teased a finger across my bottom lip and said, “I thought you’d appreciate the easy access.”
Then, before I had an opportunity to respond, Gray rendered me speechless with a firm grip on my naked cock. Shit, I’d been so wrapped up in admiring the perfection that was Gray I hadn’t even noticed him removing the rest of my clothes. I willed myself to snap out of it, determined to remember every single second of this night.
“Hands and knees, baby. Let me see that pretty little hole,” he commanded.
No need to tell me twice. I flipped over and scampered up the bed as quickly as I could manage, my body now quivering with anticipation rather than nerves. From my position on all fours, I stared down at the few rose petals underneath me, focusing on their delicate texture to distract me from the fact I was already on the brink of cumming.
Normally, I relished taking a more active role in our sexual exploits. It never occurred to me how much being bossed around would turn me on. My inner control freak should be bristling, but clearly Gray also sensed that tonight he needed to take charge and allow me to get out of my head.
Like always, Gray read people better than anyone I’d ever known. We’d had discussions about my trust issues and how much I struggled with being vulnerable. Still, I’d always sugar coated the worst of it and never directly linked it with my desire to wait to take our physical relationship further. Gray had read between the lines though. He knew what I needed, what I craved and desired better than I ever could.
