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The thought alone makes my stomach revolt. There’s no way that’s what this is. I’d never use Gray like that.

But I do understand what he’s saying.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Gray says softly, and when I snap my eyes to his, he’s staring at me in concern. “A quiet Harlow isn’t always a good thing.”

I try to smile. “I’m okay.”

Without thinking—because it’s getting me nowhere but spun in circles—I lean closer, offering him my mouth.

There’s a second where time seems to stop entirely, and then he’s wrapping his arms tightly around my lower back, pulling me into him and dropping his lips to mine in one smooth motion.

It’s so fucking intense. It’s not even a wild kiss. There’s no tongue. There’s no nipping teeth. There’s only Gray’s mouth moving softly against mine, his lips slightly parted and his arms wrapped tightly around me.

Even so, it feels like the ground is opening up under me. Like I’m dropping from the top of a roller coaster, my stomach swooping at the feeling of no gravity. It’s earth-shattering and life-changing.

Gray makes a small, breathless sound against my mouth, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and a loud whimper echoes in my throat. I’ve definitely never had a kiss quite like this.

Grayson breaks away, and I almost pout about it, but then he’s pressing kisses along my jaw, and I drop my head back to give him better access. One of his arms leaves my back, cupping my head and supporting it as he drags his lips down my throat.

He hasn’t shaved since we got to Vegas, and his rough stubble scrapes against my skin, pulling a moan out of me.

His hips punch up at the sound, and he grinds his cock against my ass, which just makes me moan again, this one sounding like the lust-drunk moan I made in that video of our first kiss.

I feel like I might want to do this forever. Three months doesn’t seem like it’ll be enough. Surely we can keep kissing after we’re divorced, right?

“Jesus, Harlow,” Grayson murmurs, his breath blowing out over my overheated skin.

Then he’s dropping his hand from the back of my hair and loosening his grip around my waist.

I sit back, making eye contact with him. My cock is aching, and I can feel his pressing against my ass cheek. You wouldn’t think it would be this fucking excited after jerking off in the bathroom, but hey, it is what it is, I guess.

“So,” I say, swallowing hard at the heat in Grayson’s eyes. “Real marriage?”

“You never answered my question,” he says, dipping his head and nosing along my throat.

And I’m not going to if he keeps doing that. I don’t even know what question. Fuck, I’m pretty sure I don’t even know words. “Huh?”

“More than kissing?”

That still doesn’t make sense. “Do what now?”

Grayson presses a kiss to the side of my throat, then pulls back. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

Well, I mean, duh. He’s never had his mouth on my throat either. Fuck, I’m still so damn distracted. “Okay. Wait, what? What was your question?” Grayson watches me for a second, then bursts into laughter. Which, pretty fucking rude, really. “Why are you laughing at me?”

“You’re just adorable.” My face heats. I’m not sure Gray’s ever called me adorable before—or that anyone has, really, for that matter. “And now you’re blushing. Jesus.” He squeezes his eyes closed for a second, and when he opens them, he smiles. “Okay, when you stormed in all demanding and laying out your plans for our sham marriage, you said you wanted it to be a real marriage.” I nod along because, yeah. “And I asked if you wanted more than kissing.”

“I wouldn’t say I stormed in. I was just sitting on the bed, and you—”

“Harlow.”

Ugh. Okay. Fine, fine. “Yeah. I already told you I want everything. And then you asked if it would be awkward, and then I climbed in your lap to prove it wouldn’t be, and then I got distracted because you kiss like a fucking God, and what do you mean I could have known that at sixteen instead of kissing Aaron Beller instead?”

Gray turns his nose up. “Well, I’m sure I didn’t kiss all that great at sixteen.”

Jealousy burns through my veins at the thought of Gray—my husband—kissing anyone but me. And yeah, okay, we just got married, and I don’t really have any claim to him, but like… damn. “I do want more than kissing, but only if you do.”