Page 116 of Play Dirty

He didn’t answer. Instead, he nodded toward Ares again.

“Go on,” he said.

This time, no one spoke. The air shifted. My pulse roared in my ears.

This is insane.

I knew that.

Still— I moved. Slowly.

Closing the space between us.

Ares didn’t help me, didn’t lean in. He didn’t move at all, which somehow made it worse.

I kissed him… and immediately lost control of it.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful.

It was heat. Immediate, scorching heat.

His hand came up instantly, grabbing my hip, pulling me closer as his mouth took over the kiss like he’d been waiting for it. I gasped into his mouth, lips grinding hungrily, as our tongues rolled…

Finally I pulled back, breathing hard. The hot house was silent. No one moved.

“That doesn’t count,” Grayson said.

I turned sharply. “What do you mean it doesn’t—”

“You didn’t kiss him,” he said calmly. “He kissed you.”

My head spun.

“That’s not—”

Grayson stood, slow and controlled. He stepped toward me. Every inch deliberate.

“This is how it works,” he said quietly.

Then he kissed me.

And fuck… it was completely different.

Grayson kissed me slow and deep, like he was testing something. Learning something. My fingers curled against his chest without thinking, falling into his arms as he inhaled my every breath.

He didn’t rush. Didn’t take.

He waited.

Then pulled back just enough to look at me.

“That counts.”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. There was heat all around me, yet none of it matched the heat rising up from within.

“Your turn,” he said, gliding past me.

I spun, and Sebastian was already looking at me.