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“Ugh, fine, I’m running late anyway, I’ve got a meeting with Grayson in Richmond today and we need to get on the road five minutes ago.” He glances at his watch, patting his pockets to check for things he needs. My ears perk up at the mention of the man I’ve been trying to text, and there is a knock at the door.
Liam casually walks off, and two seconds later I hear muttering between them both in the hallway and then someone goes upstairs. Too scared to poke my head around the corner of the kitchen door, I decide to stay still… stoic, one might say. Another might say hiding, but that wouldn’t be true, or at least not completely true.
Just as I think I might get away scot-free from this situation, Grayson comes into the room. He doesn’t hesitate, grabbing me roughly around the waist, and pulling me into a kiss that knocks the wind out of me, along with any words I might’ve been able to form.
Anyone would think he didn’t get his fill of me last night. He moves his mouth against mine, skilfully licking, tasting, biting my lips, leaving me completely breathless.
When we break apart, he slaps my behind sharply and I yelp far too loudly for a quiet house. He doesn’t let me pull away from him and the glare he’s giving me tells me he might not be too happy with my escape this morning.
“You left,” he says in a tone that is completely contradictory to his steely glare. Have I hurt him? Oh God, I hadn’t thought he’d be upset with me leaving.
“I had to get back before the lovebirds woke up. I didn’t want the third degree. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just leave. I just wasn’t sure what to do, and you looked so peaceful.” That’s only a half-truth because I still wasn’t sure of the rules of our arrangement, plus it all happened pretty fast that I didn’t plan, I just did it.
He softens slightly, giving my bum another squeeze, pushing me into him once more, and giving my lips another chaste kiss that has me wanting more.
“Come over again tonight and bring clothes for tomorrow,” he says calmly and firmly, as though he didn’t just make a rule in our arrangement. A sleeping-over rule that feels like it might enter another kind of relationship territory, one that I’m terrified of but also desperate for him to offer.God, what kind of fucked up am I?
“Nora, if you overthink every single thing I say, you’re going to get kissed a fuck ton more than you were counting on because it’s the only way I’ve learned to calm you down. Stop. I can practically see your brain whirling. We can talk tonight and then you can make it up to me for leaving this morning.” His hand connects with my bum again and I squeal, partially in excitement and definitely in anticipation of whatever he might do to me later.
“I still don’t like you, you know.” I throw an empty insult his way.
He sniggers at my scowl, which only deepens it, then gives me that smile that I am trying really hard not to like every time I see it. “You don’t have to like me to fuck me, shorty.”
But he’s wrong, I’m wrong, it’s all wrong. My stupid brainisstarting to like Grayson King. Even his snarky attitude and holier-than-thou arrogance and it pisses me off that all it took to admit how I felt were a few measly orgasms (lies - they were incredible and there was nothing measly about them).
He’s still got that annoying but fucking adorable smile on his face and I can’t stop the next thing out of my mouth even if I wanted to. “You know, something about your face makes me want to sit on it. Maybe it’s because I want you to shut up.”
His mouth opens and stares at me for a second. To be honest, I don’t know where these quips come from sometimes, but the man makes me want to argue with him something fierce and the annoying thing is, I like it. I hear Liam shout out to Grayson and he shoots me a look with a devastatingly charming wink. “Promises, promises, shorty.” He kisses me quickly and turns to leave.
Chapter 23
Grayson
I’mwaitingoutsidemybuilding for Nora. She said she’s two minutes away and, even though I’m freezing my balls off out here waiting for her, I can’t bring myself to leave her to navigate the lift alone.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it because a black cab stops at my feet. When the door opens, I’m met with two big caramel eyes staring at me. “Grayson, it’s freezing. You should’ve waited inside.”
I roll my eyes and grab her hand, hauling her soft body into mine. I’m suddenly surrounded by her heady sweet scent, something inexplicably Nora.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re becoming obsessed with cuddling me,” she mumbles into my chest.
She’s not wrong. I’ve never been much of a cuddler. “I told you, you’re ruining me.” Which feels like a lot of the truth, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her, all the time, except when I’m working and even then, any spare moment I have, I play the last forty-eight hours on repeat like a goddamn homemade movie.
She chuckles and drags me inside, muttering about how freezing it is, even with my arms wrapped around her, so we head inside. The journey upwards is uneventful because I pretty much snog the face off her the whole way. I’m getting good at distracting her in lifts, I’d say, plus it means she can tick conquering a fear off her list.
In my kitchen, she moves around opening cupboards and sussing everything out. I’m staring, I know I am, but what hits me most is how a woman in my space would usually have terrified me, but with Nora, I want her here. I want her to be comfortable here with me. If that means she needs to see inside all my kitchen cupboards, then so be it.
Plus, she’s hot and I like watching her. My body responds to the way she reaches upwards and opens a top cupboard, showing me perfect slivers of her milky, soft skin. The fact that I can sink my teeth into that flesh without having to stop myself only makes me more feral for her. I flex my fists by my sides, trying to let her explore instead of throwing myself at her.
“Are you hungry?” she asks, peering into a cupboard and then turning to look at me.
I thought she’d never ask.
I stalk behind her, spinning her around quickly and landing my mouth on hers whilst hooking my thumbs around the back of her tight, black pencil skirt to undo the zip, unable to control my need anymore. “Fucking starving.” I want to devour the knockout dark-haired beauty in my kitchen. She returns my kisses and lets me strip her naked from her waist down. I grab her and haul her onto my kitchen counter, readying my feast.
Her anticipation fills the small kitchen space, radiating off her. I manage to devour her exactly how I wanted to and get her to scream my name several times over, plumping my ego enough to warrant plunging into her and fucking her on my kitchen counter and enjoy every single second of it before we make it to dinner. Which I ordered before she even stepped foot in my apartment anyway. I know she likes Chinese food. I can’t remember how I know that, but I do, so I may have ordered most of the menu to learn what she likes.
With a just fucked flush on her face, she sucks up a noodle into her mouth with a grin. “I’m the least sexy when I eat, you know.” Her mouth is full of food and my cock twitches in my boxers. But really, is there anything she can do that would not wake him up? Probably not. Even the sight of her in my jogging bottoms and sweatshirt–which she stole post sex–is unnervingly hot.
