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We’d have the no-strings-attached talk at another time.
When I could properly think of the right approach and when I wasn’t coming down from the orgasm he’d just given me.
“I’m glad we have that straightened out.”
He moved into the doorway, where he took several deep breaths before he held out his hand. When I didn’t immediately grab it, he roared, “Don’t make me walk myself out. We both know that won’t look good.”
Bitterness was boiling through my body.
I hated that I had to act like nothing was bothering me so I could convince Sloane I was enamored with this man.
That he’d made me come so easily.
That I wanted him to make me come again.
And again.
That we were back to square one of Grayson being a complete dick.
I linked my fingers with his and joined him in the hallway, passing Sloane with an extra-wide grin on my face as we made our way to the front. I opened the door, and he released my hand, turning toward me after he made his way through.
“Good night, baby.” He held the back of my neck and swept his mouth across mine, holding us together, breathing me in.
I didn’t fight.
I didn’t pull away.
Not with Sloane watching.
But when the kiss ended and he stalled for just a second before walking away, I noticed something.
Something that gave me a moment of pause.
Something I was having a hard time processing.
His smile.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Grayson
“I don’t want to fucking do this,” I said to Holden and Easton as they walked into my office, a meeting I’d scheduled only seconds ago, when I’d stormed into the building and ordered them to follow me and to sit their asses down in the chairs in front of my desk. When they didn’t respond, when they did no more than just stare at me from their seats, I added, “I’m not kidding, you motherfuckers. I can’t do this with her.”
“You have to do this,” Holden said. He crossed his legs, lifting the bottom of his jeans and rubbing his bruised ankle like it was a goddamn cat.
I nodded toward his foot. “What the fuck happened to you?”
“I tripped over Belle’s stool. She was helping me make dinner and I didn’t see it. I went flying into the island and banged my ankle.”
For a dude who was so athletic, becoming a single dad had made him a goddamn disaster.
“Anyway,” I said, shaking my head, “you’re wrong—I don’t have to do this. I’m done. There has to be another way.”
He blew out a long breath and crossed his arms over his chest. “Laura says you need a new narrative, and we agree with her. You can’t be the inventor and promoter of the marriage arm and show the world you don’t believe in it. What we have to show them instead is that it not only works, but it gave you this epic love story.”
Oh, it was fucking epic, all right.
I couldn’t get Jovana’s sounds out of my head.
