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“Are you going to help us after they all go to sleep?” Alana asks as soon as we’re alone again.
“Of course,” I reply right away. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Just as I finish speaking, Grayson enters. My brows shoot up as I notice the dirt on his cheek and his bloody knuckles.
Ignoring everyone else, he makes his way straight to me. As soon as he reaches where I’m sitting, he bends down and nuzzles his nose behind my ear. It’s weird and… well, also kind of endearing.
“Princess,” he rasps.
With that one word, he makes me feel like we’re the only two people on the planet. Unable to focus on anything but him, I let his unique smell envelop my nostrils until I can practically taste him on my tongue.
My breath hitches as he bites the shell of my ear, causing my heart to race. His hand comes up, closing around my throat. It’s not hard or constricting, it’s delicious.
“Gray,” I pant.
I can’t remember the last time I didn’t use his full first name. Then again, right now, I’m not sure I recall much of anything. All I can focus on is him, and the way he makes me feel just by being near me.
“Did you miss me today?” he asks. “Because I fucking missed you.”
There’s no way to hide my surprise. My brows shoot up and I’m pretty sure my jaw is close to touching the floor. I gasp. “You missed me?”
Using his hold on my throat, he turns my head so I’m staring right into his dark orbs. Fuck, I feel like I’m being hypnotized.
“Of course,” he replies easily.
Something about him admitting that so freely breaks the trance he had me under. I shake my head as I mutter, “You probably just missed my pussy.”
His eyes darken so much I can barely distinguish his pupils from his irises. He flexes his hand on my throat, making it harder to breathe.
“Out,” he growls without taking his eyes off of mine. When no one moves a muscle, he snarls loudly. “I said, get the fuck out.”
I hear chairs scraping against the floor, the sound of fabric rustling, and feet scurrying along. It’s not until I feel a hand on my shoulder that I realize we aren’t alone.
“Are you okay, Zoe?” Alana asks, ignoring Grayson’s order. “If you don’t want to be alone with this asshole, I’m not leaving you.”
I’m touched by her loyalty, even if it’s completely unnecessary. My hard nipples are straining against my bra, and my pussy is clenching in anticipation of being filled by him.
Where the Cruz Cunts have stood their ground with the no sex thing, I’ve given in so many times I’ve lost count. At first, I felt like I was betraying the women, but they make it clear they don’t care what I do. As Rose said, this isn’t my fight. It’s theirs, and they want to handle it themselves as much as possible.
“Answer her,” Gray murmurs. “Tell her what we both know. You want to be alone with me.”
“How do you know?” I challenge.
He chuckles darkly. “I know your body better than anyone, including you, Princess. I know you’re wet for me.”
“But how do you know?” I insist.
Leaning closer, he whispers directly into my ear. “You’re clenching your thighs together while shifting on the chair like you can’t stand not having any friction. And you’re almost panting. Trust me, Princess. I know.”
Well, fuck. I’m not sure how I feel about him noticing all that.
“I-it’s fine,” I say in a shaky voice. “I’ll come find you later, Alana.”
She lets out a laugh. “Sure, Zoe.”
I wait with bated breath until I hear the door close behind her. As soon as she’s gone, Gray lifts me onto the table. He spreads my legs so he can step between them.
“Why don’t you believe I missed you?” he asks. There’s an undertone of anger in his deep timbre.
