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I nod empathically.

Before I can react, he lifts me from the chair to the table, then pushes me down so I’m lying flat on the surface. Still between my legs which are hanging over the edge, he has no trouble using one hand to capture my wrists above my head, while the other cups my sex again.

“I’ve been very patient with you so far,” he rasps.

Laughing scornfully, I volley, “Patient?”

I buck and pull against his hold, but it has no effect. Grayson isn’t budging at all. In fact, he looks smug as fuck.

“Have I ever told you how much I like it when you fight me?” he asks, completely catching me off-guard with the question. “You have so much fire inside you, Princess. Never let that flame burn out.”

“W-what?” I stutter, confused.

Rather than answering me, he bends his head and latches onto my nipple through the fabric of my top and bra. Acting purely on the zinging feeling pulsating through my body, I moan into the empty room.

Letting go of my nipple, he croons, “See. Your body doesn’t lie.”

Fuck him.

And fuck my body.

“It’s just biology,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “You might know how to play my body, but you haven’t conquered my mind.”

He smirks down at me. “Challenge accepted, Princess.”

There’s no time for me to process the implication of his words. The next thing I know, he’s let go of my wrists and ripped my shorts open, pulling them down my legs along with my underwear.

“Grayson!” I screech, outraged that he’s exposing me like this.

Proving he knows me better than I’d like, he rasps, “There’s no one here but us.”

Without another word, he latches onto my cunt. His warm tongue flicks my pulsing clit before he licks me from top to bottom. Fuck, it’s hard not to scream as his tongue circles my asshole.

Despite still being angry with him, I wind my fingers into his waves and pull until he fucks me with his tongue.

My body is on fire from the things he’s doing to it, and sweat is beading on my forehead. As I gasp for air, I get an idea. Without looking, I reach for the glass I was drinking water from earlier. The second I come into contact with it, I dip my fingers into it and fish one of the ice cubes out.

“Here,” I pant, holding it toward Gray.

He stops eating me long enough to look up, smiling as he lets me place the ice on his tongue. Without needing further prompting, he dives back, and this time I see fucking stars as his cold flesh penetrates my heated folds.

“Fuck!” I cry.

My legs clamp shut around his head. Right now, I don’t fucking care about anything but my all-consuming need to come. My body tenses as I cry out. It’s not words, only sounds coming from somewhere inside me. Grayson doesn’t let up. His ice-cold tongue mercilessly fucks me. I never thought it would feel this good, this amazing. But fuck, it’s everything.

“Grayson!” I moan his name as my orgasm crests, ripping through me like a tsunami.

My eyes roll back in my head as my vision fades, and I tighten my legs around his head. My hands are still in his hair, simultaneously trying to pull him closer and push him away.

Reason returns as soon as my body is no longer shaking with the aftermath of the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had. With it comes a sense of shame.

I push him away before letting go of his hair. Then I scramble off the table, not caring how ridiculous I must look. My shorts and panties are still hanging around my left foot, and I’m definitely not graceful in my movement.

“No.” I shoot my hand out in front of me as he moves closer. “Just fucking stop it. Stop trying to control me with pleasure.” My voice cracks toward the end as emotions threaten to burst free.

“That’s not what—”

Not wanting to hear whatever he’s trying to say, I interrupt him. “To answer your question from before, I didn’t miss you. I never fucking miss you. How can I when you’re always rightthere,sucking the oxygen out of the room? Even when you’re gone, you’re here.” I angrily point at my head.

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