Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Grayson grabbed my hand and skirted through thick crowd.
People moved out of his way as he went, pulling me along behind him.
“Jesus, Grayson, slow down. My legs are about a foot shorter than yours,” I groaned as my feet tripped over themselves.
As an answer, he stopped, turned, bent forward, and then tossed me over his shoulder like one would a duffel bag.
“Oomph,” I groaned as his shoulder hit my belly, causing all the air I’d managed to save up in my sprint behind him to leave me in a whoosh.
The last thing I saw as we rounded the corner to the back hallway that led to the offices were my new friends’ smiling…and knowing…faces.
“What are you doing?” I groaned as he led me into the familiar office we’d been in quite a few times before.
Seemed Grayson had a phobia of using public bathrooms, so we always came to this one.
He set me down on the desk, and then started pacing the room.
“I’m having a really hard time holding onto my temper right now,” he said, lacing his fingers on his head as he paced the room.
I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes at him. “Why?”
“Where should I begin?” He asked. “How about the part of the day where I find out you have a new place, even though you promised you’d discuss it with me. Or how about when I got the ambulance door smashed into my face by the fucker that’s obsessed with you, but refuses to admit it? Or how about when your friend from the police department came up and told me you were hot, and that you were working on him?”
My back went ramrod straight. “First, I didn’t tell you about my place because I haven’t seen you, and they needed to know immediately because there were people in line wanting to get it. Secondly, it’s not my fault that Colby has an unhealthy obsession for me. I try to discourage it. And as for the cop with the crush, he’s not my patient. The moment he asked me out, I asked my boss to transfer him over to Iliana on a day that I’m not there, so I wouldn’t get this very reaction from you.”
He scowled at me, not ready to admit defeat.
“I wanted to be involved in the decision on your place. I want you to be safe,” he replied finally, explaining away his reasoning.
I didn’t know what to tell him, and sadly, I didn’t think anything I had to say would make a difference.
I still had the apartment, and would for one more year unless I wanted to pay my first born to break it.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, hesitated, and then went for it anyway. “I do love you, though. From the tips of my toes to the dead ends of my hair.”
The lazy grin that spread across his face as he paced nearly made my heart melt.
The dimple in his chin became more pronounced, making me want to lick it.
A temptation that I got to do in the next moment when he took two long steps toward me, flattened me against the desk, and kissed me hard, climbing over the top of me and pinning me down.
His tongue dueled with mine, and when my hands came up to latch onto his hair, he pulled my hands up and over my head, pinning them down to the desktop with one large hand.
“Did I tell you that you look good in my shirt?” He asked, skimming his nose along the swell of my breast.
I was wearing my own clothes, but at one point, I caught myself rubbing my arms because of the cold that kept drifting in each time the bar’s door was opened.
Grayson, witnessing the act, came over and offered me the black flannel shirt he’d worn underneath his cut.
I’d taken it instantly, relishing in the warmth and smell of the super soft shirt.
Baylee had told me it was because my nipples had been poking out, and he didn’t want anybody to see them, but I didn’t mind. The gesture was sweet, even if he had ulterior motives.
“I like wearing your shirt,” I said against his lips.
His finger trailed down, until he reached the top of my shirt, skimming it along my skin where flesh met fabric.
“I forgot to tell you that you looked beautiful,” he said hoarsely.
My face went soft at his admission. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Bending down, he let his tongue dip down my cleavage, thrusting his tongue between both of my breasts as he’d done the night before. Although it’d been his cock thrusting between my breasts last night, and not his tongue.
“Your breasts are beautiful, too,” he admitted, leaning backward.
Taking both breasts into his hands, he pressed them together and flicked his thumbs over the pebbled tips.
“Last night had been on my top ten fantasies with you,” he admitted softly.
My face flamed at the reminder of last night.
It’d been perfect. And intense. It’d been on my top ten sex to-do’s as well. I hadn’t thought that having my breasts fucked would’ve been nice. However, with the view I had of Grayson, it’d been inevitable. His balls and cock, as well as his powerful thighs straddled my chest. I’d held my breasts together for him to thrust into, and tried my hardest not to get the cops called on me by holding in my screams of ecstasy to a dull screech as he worked me with his fingers.
“And what else is left on your fantasy list?” I asked huskily.
He grinned and then stood up completely, leaving me bereft.
Walking to the office chair, he undid his belt buckle, followed shortly by the button and zipper of his jeans.
“I want you to fuck me in my boss’s chair. Although this isn’t the one that Sebastian uses at the station, it’s still his,” he grinned devilishly.
Watching me closely, he pushed the jeans from around his hips, and let them fall to the floor.
I swallowed tightly as I took in his powerful thighs. The patch of curly dark hair that surrounded his large, jutting erection.