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Grayson follows right after, jaw slack, eyes squeezed shut as he pours into me, filling the condom.
I am wrecked. Wholly and fully wrecked.
I’ve only ever been ruined like this one other time and that was with Grayson. Never in my life have I felt like this with anyone else. When I open my eyes and see that smug smile that he wears like a loaded gun, I suck in a breath.
He’s so beautiful it’s crazy. His skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, his hair a mess from my hands. I’m still coming down from that high when Grayson collapses on top of me, his erection still buried inside of me.
“I remembered a condom this time,” he laughs against my neck before his mouth sucks on my skin. “Speaking of,” he says, kissing my mouth. “I should take care of that.”
While Grayson is in the bathroom, I drag myself from his bed and start gathering my clothes. I’m about to pull my panties on and get dressed when he walks back into the room. He meets me at the end of the bed, still nude. The sight of him naked, his cock soft, is mouth-watering. He slips his hands over my hips, lips pressed against my hair.
“Not happening,” he whispers as his hands trail lower, cupping my ass and pressing his body into mine. “You’re not going anywhere this time.”
“Get back in bed. I’m a cuddler, sunshine. I want to wrap myself around you like a blanket until you’re hot and sweaty and can’t take it anymore.”
I laugh, shaking my head as he walks us to the edge of the mattress, lifts the duvet and guides me back into his bed. Then his big body envelops me, and I breathe in his scent. The room smells like sex and Grayson’s cologne.
“I didn’t have to argue with you this time,” he says, running the tips of his fingers over my arm.
I smile into the soft chest hairs across his pecs. “After making me come twice, it’s the least I can do.”
He kisses the top of my head. “We’re just getting started, sunshine girl. It’s only the beginning.”
THIRTEEN
SUCH A GOOD GIRL FOR ME.
Grayson
Monday morning came too soon, but there wasn’t a cell in my body that felt the least bit tired.
I strolled into the office at 8 a.m. for a meeting with Beckett before going over a pricing strategy and sales forecast that my team and I will be presenting next week. According to Beckett, The Liberty is inching closer to being named the leading global boutique hotel company, beating out its rival, The Seaside. We have never held the title—for over 10 years that honor has belonged to The Seaside and the Bennetts. But this year we are hot on their heels.
The day wedogain hold of the top spot, Beck has promised us all a vacation, first class at a pricey Italian villa—Lifestyles of the Rich and Famousshit. It’s going to happen, and I can’t wait to be sitting in a cabana sipping an Aperol Spritz and puffing on an Arturo Fuente with Beckett.
But before any of that can happen, I need to talk to Blair.
When I walked out of my morning meeting with Beckett, Blair was on her way in. She was trying to act like she didn’t recognize me, but I could tell from the hitch in her breath and the way she swallowed it down that it was all an act. I wasn’t going to chase her down, but we sure as hell need to talk.
And now’s my chance. I take the stairs up to her office on the third floor and knock on her door. “Come in,” she calls, clearly not realizing that it’s me who’s waiting. I open the door slowly, peaking my head in.
Blair is sitting behind her desk, her focus glued to whatever it is on her computer screen. “Hello Blair,” I say, and at the sound of my voice she looks up, removing her thick-rimmed, tortoise shell glasses and setting them on her desk.
“I can’t say I haven’t been expecting you,” she says, nodding her head to the seat across from her. Closing the door to her office for privacy, I stride across the room and sink into the leather chair.
“I thought we should talk.”
As I sit across from her, I find myself wondering how I was ever intimate with the woman. I fucked her in my bed all those months ago, but right now I feel zero attraction. No fluttery thing in my chest. Nothing even remotely close to how I feel about Sierra.
She smells like coffee and some expensive designer perfume. It’s not at all like I remembered, and nothing like Sierra’s intoxicating, beachy scent.
“Talking sounds good,” Blair agrees, fixing me with a smile as she taps her manicured nails against her desk. “I’m glad you stopped by, Grayson. I know this is uncomfortable, but it really doesn’t have to be. I was actually pleased to see you at The Liberty. I think we could work well together.”
She’s looking at me like I’m a deer and she’s the mountain lion and it puts me immediately on edge.
“You don’t have to look so worried. I’m not planning on telling Beckett or anyone else,” Blair says, assessing me from her side of the desk. “You can relax, our little secret is safe with me.”
“Okay,” I say. “So… I guess that’s it then. We can leave the past in the past and move forward as colleagues.”
