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Next to me, Grayson is in a deep sleep, comfortably resting in my bed. My expectation of him being a beast in the bedroom has been surpassed. I’m half tempted to nickname his penis Zeus the almighty. What makes it even better was the caressing and cuddling I received before he fell asleep. I’m completely falling for him and it’s been what—a week? This is insane!
Part of me feels I need to pull back to protect my heart, but I’m afraid if I do I might lose him. Sometimes I feel like I’m holding onto him by a thread—at any minute he’ll decide he’s not interested in me any longer and the truth is, that would crush me.
I turn to my side and watch him sleep. He’s so handsome it’s astonishing. I want to bottle up his sexy and sell it in a perfume. I’d be rich. Reaching out, I caress his face. I wish he felt comfortable sharing with me what it was his father said to upset him. He’s still so closed off and it’s frustrating. It’s as if he’s keeping me at arm’s length.
One of his eyes opens, then the other. He reaches out an arm, and wrapping it around me, he pulls me against him. “I fell asleep?”
I press my lips to his and kiss him. “You did.”
“You make me feel relaxed.” The affectionate strokes of his fingers through my hair send a pleasurable sensation through my entire body.
“Great sex does that to you.”
He chuckles. “It’s more than your sweet pussy.” His hand leaves my hair and his finger swipes across my lip making me tingle with need. Good grief, I’m a glutton for his touch.
“I was hoping you felt that way.”
Wrapping an arm around me, he holds me against him and turns his body, so I’m lying on top of him. Raising his head, he kisses me, slow and passionate. His hands take hold of my ass and press me into his erection. I rock my hips, sliding over him, back and forth.
“Emma, turn around and ride me.” His words are barely more than a whisper, yet his voice holds its usual air of confidence.
I’m eager to please and try this position with him. I adjust my leg and turn. Taking him in my hand, I slide him in. One hand rubs along my back, then takes hold of my hip while the other grabs my hair and winds it around his fist.
I rock my hips, finding the best angle before putting feverish momentum into reaching my orgasm. His hand on my hair tightens, tilting my head back and arching my back.
“That’s it, Emma. Fuck me with that sweet pussy.”
His hand slaps my ass, rubs it tenderly, then slaps again. I moan repeatedly as I near my climax. Grayson’s grip on my hair releases, both hands take hold of my hips and add to my momentum, slamming me onto him. He lets out his own moan, then his hips thrust up, filling me entirely as he releases into me.
Completely spent and exhausted, I collapse backward onto his chest. His arms wrap around me, one muscular hand holding me by the neck as he kisses my cheek. “I love the way it feels to have you come all over my cock.”
“I love how you make me come…every single time.”
Grayson smiles into my ear. “How do you feel about me staying the night with you?”
“I was hoping you would.” Sliding off him, I nestle into the nook of his shoulder.
He kisses my hair before running his fingers through it. “Do you want to have breakfast together tomorrow morning?”
I smile as his soothing strokes lull me to sleep. “Yes, I do.”
Chapter Twelve
Grayson
As I watch her sleep, I run my fingers over her breast, shoulder, and arm. I can’t stop touching her. She’s soft as silk and every time I do, her body responds to me like a flame touching oil and I feel it—she’s burning herself right into my heart. Shit, that sounded sappy as hell. She’s got my head fucked.
When Arnold insisted on discussing her at lunch yesterday, he set me off. He went on one of his rants of how the more beautiful they are, the more deceitful they become. That I need to make sure I don’t fall for her pussy, that I need to fuck her and move on. The memories of Danielle flooded my mind and I was ready to end it with Emma before I became even more emotionally involved, but the look on her face when I said no to dinner broke me. I went home, showered and no matter what I did, I couldn’t stop thinking of her.
After the mood my father put me in, the only thing I wanted to console me was—her. Everything is better when I’m with her. All the business of life seems to slow down and I’m able to lose myself for as long as she’s near.
She stirs and cuddles closer. I settle on my back and wrap my arm around her. I stroke her cheek as she starts to wake. “Morning, Princess.”
A smile fills the lower part of her face. Any wider and her puffy cheeks might burst. I know that smile is for me and it gives me an unusual feeling of gratification.
“Grayson.”
“Yes, Emma?”
