Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
She broke the kiss and slid her lips down his neck, nuzzling his skin and licking him there. He picked her up and had her back against the wall in a heartbeat. She didn’t complain, so he lifted her skirt and cupped her sex in his hand, her heat, her dampness seeping into his flesh and turning him on beyond anything he’d felt before.
He wanted to own her. To claim and possess her, to brand her so when she walked out that door, she wouldn’t just smell like him, she’d belong to him. And come back to him.
She rocked into his hand, and he yanked at her panties, tearing at the lace until it ripped and the scrap went flying across the room.
She pulled at his shirt and eased her hands beneath, scraping her nails against his nipples, a favorite play of hers, one that drove him mad.
He bit back a groan and slid two fingers into her tight channel. “Fuck, sugar, you’re wet for me.”
She whimpered and tilted her hips forward. He pumped his fingers in and out, enjoying the sounds escaping from her throat. Sex wasn’t the problem between them, and he wasn’t above using whatever did work to bind her to him and make her remember where she belonged.
With each thrust, he curled his fingers against the soft, fleshy part of her that clearly had her grinding against him and begging for more.
“You, Grey, I need you.”
“Need you too.” He stepped away from her only long enough to shove his jeans down his legs, glad he’d gone commando so he could get inside her faster.
He kicked his jeans aside and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her onto his hard, straining cock. She slid over him, wet and hot, coating him in her slick juices.
“Fuck, baby. I love you.”
She gasped.
Unable to take the words back, unwilling to, he drove into her, slamming her back against the wall, taking her harder with the next thrust, burying himself deep inside her until there was nothing separating them but the barrier of clothing. Everything else he’d stripped bare for her.
She shuddered and writhed around him before she cried out, “I’m coming, God, Grey!”
He lost it then. One last thrust and he exploded inside her, giving her everything he had and was, taking her over the edge along with him.
Long after he came down from the high, long after she left, he could only pray she felt the same way.
* * *
Grey and Avery took a quick shower together, and she left so she could stop at home, change, and meet her sisters. Grey had planned on spending the day with his music and writing, but Lola had called and wanted to bring lunch by so they could talk. Needing an ear and wanting to clear the air with her, he’d agreed.
When he heard the knock on his door, he opened it, assuming he had to help Lola with packages for lunch. But instead of Lola, he came face-to-face with Simon.
The bastard had somehow talked his way past security, something that would not be happening again.
“What are you doing here?” Grey demanded.
Simon pinned him with his steady gaze. “You’ve been avoiding my calls.”
“I’ve been busy.”
The man pushed past him, letting himself into Grey’s apartment without being invited. He pulled off his jacket and draped it over the nearest chair.
“We need to talk. I know Lola’s plans. I know my other clients’ plans. I don’t know yours. And I’ve had calls from major stars who want you to write for them now that you have time.”
Grey folded his arms across his chest, unwilling to let Simon think he ran Grey or his career. “I know.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve had the same calls.” Grey turned his back on Simon and headed for the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. He held one out for Simon.
“No thank you,” he bit out. “I’m your manager, Grey. You aren’t supposed to be talking to anyone unless I’m involved.” He pulled on the sleeves of his dress shirt, an agitated tell Grey was used to seeing from the man when he didn’t get his way.
And things were about to go downhill.
Grey took a long sip of water and swallowed, gearing up. “Actually you’re Tangled Royal’s manager. If you gave a shit about what I wanted to do with my career or my life, you’d be my manager too.”
Simon stiffened. “What are you saying?”
“You’re out, Simon. I appreciate everything you did for me and the band, but you and I don’t share the same vision anymore.”
Red mottled the man’s face. “Ever since you got a bug up your ass about that stupid chick, your priorities have been fucked up. Lola would’ve continued with the band if you weren’t constantly harping on coming home.”