Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Harlen raises a brow in interest. “You know, that’s not such a bad idea.” And with that, he walks out of the council chambers, leaving the empty seat at the table for his son and giving us all one more reason to celebrate tonight.
CHAPTER 39
It’s after five in the morning when the boys and I call it quits on the party of the century and make our way back to my place. The girls were far too excited about their sleepover at Dianna’s place and begged her to still have them for the night even though their brother was finished with work. But those girls come fully equipped with the skills to pull any damn strings they want and somehow end the conversation with Dianna begging for them to stay. I swear, there’s just something about those big, dark eyes and those gorgeous smiles that have grown ass adults caving to their every desire. There were no complaints from me though because it left me and the boys with the whole house to ourselves.
I wonder what we could get up to. The possibilities are endless.
Carver, Cruz, and King walk ahead as Grayson walks in beside me, his arm thrown over my shoulder and his hand slipped inside the front of my gown, cupping my tit. As the door closes behind us, he spins us around and pushes me right up against it, my chest flush with the door as a soft breath escapes my lips, the guys walking on ahead, having absolutely no idea that we’ve stopped.
Usually I see his moves coming, but I’ve had a few drinks and my reflexes are off tonight. I guess that’s just the downside of alcohol. On the plus side though, if Grayson’s down for surprising me all night, then I’m in for the long haul.
“You were a fucking queen tonight,” he growls deep in my ear, brushing my hair back over my shoulder and dropping his warm lips to my neck. “I’ve been hard for you all night. Seeing you dominate that stage and put my fucking father in his place … fuck, Ellie. You take my breath away.”
My knees go weak, his words wrapping around me and reminding me why the hell I love him so damn much, but then as if to prove his point, he presses his body against mine, plastering his chest to my back and letting me feel his monster cock grinding against my ass. And damn it, the guy doesn’t lie. He’s not just hard, his cock is straining against his pants, desperate for a release, and I’d be a liar myself if I said that I didn’t want that release all over my body.
I glance back over my shoulder and he raises his head to meet my hooded gaze, and while I plan to say something along the lines of ‘well, hurry up and fuck me then,’ it’s certainly not what comes out of my mouth. Instead, a breathy whisper slips from between my lips. “I love you so much,” I tell him, meaning every damn word.
Grayson’s dark gaze softens and his hands fall to my waist and slowly turns me in his arms. “I love you too, Elodie,” he tells me, leaning into me and letting me feel his lips brushing against mine. “You have my whole heart in your hands. Everything that I am is yours.”
Fucking hell. How is a girl supposed to live with those sweet words bouncing around inside her head? I don’t know what it is about Grayson, but when he turns the tables on me and tells me something so damn sweet that my knees go weak, I turn to slush in his hands.
His lips press harder against mine and he kisses me deeply, soft at first before applying just a little more pressure and sinking into me. His warm tongue roams against mine, both of us fighting for more.
I’m so immersed in his kiss that I don’t even notice him bunching up the long skirt of my gown until I feel his calloused fingers against my smooth skin. His hands fall to the top of my panties and he hooks his fingers inside before pushing them down over my hips. I step out of them, and as I do, I press my hands against his wide chest and slowly push up to his shoulders, letting his suit jacket fall down his strong arms.
Grayson throws the jacket off and I can’t help but study his body. He’s still far too dressed but seeing the top of his raven tattoo sticking up over his collar bone reminds me of the day I went with him to complete it. It’s one of my favorite memories that I share with him, but every single moment since then has only gotten better.
My fingers start working the little buttons of his dress shirt, and he lets me take my time, soaking up every little moment of this rare time that we get alone. His shirt falls open as I release the final button and I get the perfect peek of his strong chest and abs, which only gets more intoxicating when I slip my hands inside and push it open, just as I’d done with his jacket.