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Or we could just not end it at all. That’s a crazy thought, though, and not at all what Gray agreed to. I need to not be greedy.

Grayson smiles, his eyes lighting up. “You jump into everything you do feet first, and I love that about you. I always have, but I just want to make sure we’re going to come out the other side with our friendship still intact.”

My heart skips. I can’t imagine not having Gray as my best friend. He means everything to me. He’s been the most constant thing in my life for as long as I can remember.

“If the alley is any indication,” he continues, searching my eyes, “we have the chemistry.” I nod along with his words because, yeah, I’m not sure I’ve ever had an orgasm that good, and he didn’t even touch me. Not really. “And I want more. So much more. You have no idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands to myself. But I also want to make sure our friendship comes first.”

“I can’t live without you, Harlow,” he whispers. “And I don’t want to.”

“You won’t,” I croak out. “I promise. Our friendship is important to me too. It’s my favorite thing in the world, and I want to preserve it more than anything else.”

The corners of Gray’s lips turn up in a smile. “Okay. I think that needs to be our priority, then.”

I’m resisting the urge to pout, and it’s a damn shame that Gray knows me so well because even though I don’t think I ever go full pout, he still chuckles. “I still wanna have more and do more. I just want to make sure we prioritize friendship first. I don’t want that to change. You promise?”

I guess that makes sense. I just need to make sure that friendship stays at the forefront of my mind. Shouldn’t be hard where Gray is concerned since he’s been at the forefront of my mind my entire life. “I promise. Do you?”

“I promise.”

I blow out a relieved breath. Who knew having a sexual relationship with my husband would take so much logistics.

“Now what?” I ask softly.

“Now,” Gray says, his hands landing on my hips and sliding up the bare skin on my sides. He catches the fabric of my shirt, his eyes following the movement as he pulls it up and over my head. “Now, I’d like to get you undressed and in the shower.”

I’m standing nearly bare in front of him, and I keep eye contact as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my briefs and pushes them down my hips. They fall to the ground, and I step out of them, kicking them off to the side.

I’ve never been fully naked around Gray. Not once. Not where he can see me, anyway. The massage parlor doesn’t count. At least now I don’t have to worry about if my dick is gonna behave.

He slowly drags his eyes down my body, taking his time and looking me over. It makes me feel squirmy and exposed, but it’s kinda doing it for me, and my cock twitches at the way he’s looking at me.

“Are you gonna get naked too?”

Without looking away from me, he takes a step back, whipping his shirt off before unbuttoning his pants quickly and pushing them, along with his boxers, to the floor. I don’t have the restraint that he does, so as soon as his cock is free, I drop my gaze to it.

Ugh, it’s big, even mostly soft, and I want to sink to my knees right now. Let it swell on my tongue and fill the back of my throat so I can taste his cum. I want it so badly that I take a step toward him, my mouth falling open in anticipation.

“Not yet.”

His words stop me dead, and I glance up at him. He’s wearing a stupid-as-fuck sexy smirk. “Why not yet? Are you gonna tell me not yet forever? How do you even know what I’m thinking about?”

Grayson laughs. Actually laughs. “Well, first off, I know you really well, and second off, you’re staring at it and licking your lips like you want me to choke you with it.” Yes, fucking please. “But I’m sweaty and gross and covered in dried cum from earlier—”

“I don’t care about that.”

“I know,” Gray says, chuckling again. “But I do. I don’t want the first time I have you on your knees for me to be like this.”

The first time? On my knees for him? Gray has a dirty mouth, and I’m nothing if not a whore for a dirty mouth. Josh never talked to me during sex, and that was fine, really. But I just know it wouldn’t be like that with Grayson.

“You’re already hard,” Gray muses, as if I didn’t already know that. He steps closer, closing his hand around the base of my cock. The heat of his palm sears my skin, and I choke on a breath. “Go get in the shower, pretty boy. Once we’re clean, I’ll give you both your wishes.”

“Both my wishes?” I rasp out, my stomach hot with arousal and my cock aching in his hand. Wait, did he just call me pretty boy?

He strokes me once from base to tip, effectively distracting me from the pet name, twisting his palm around my leaking head, then leans closer, brushing his lips over my ear. “Yeah, you can lick the water off me, and I’ll put you on your knees.”

I’m not sure I’ve ever moved so fast in my damn life, which is impressive when you consider that fast is my default speed. By the time Gray makes it into the bathroom and is leaning against the doorframe, looking every bit like a wet dream, I’ve got the water turned on and am working on adjusting the temperature.

“Is it ready?”