Chapter 8
ROWAN
Over the next few weeks, my fears that I’d become the story of the moment turned out to be unfounded.
Grayson and I didn’t exactly broadcast our change of status from ‘single’ to ‘in a relationship,’ but everyone knew we were seeing each other.
Apart from one or two individuals who couldn’t help making a snide comment, nearly everyone else told me they were happy for us.
Quite a few had mentioned that Grayson appeared less fearsome and slightly more approachable since we’d hooked up.
Amazing what sex on the regular did for a man. And a woman. I’d never been happier.
At work, we kept things largely professional, although we’d given in to an odd fumble here and there.
And Grayson had been knee-deep in the latter stages of his joint business venture with ROGUES, which had taken up most of his time.
Rarely an hour went by when he wasn’t in some meeting or other, ironing out the finer details for what appeared to be a lucrative deal for all parties involved.
Claire had drilled for “all the deets” until I’d capitulated and shared enough to satisfy her unrelenting curiosity. If Claire ever told Grayson I’d given her a fair few tidbits that’d make the readers of Playboy blush, I’d beat her with that damned vibrator she’d forced on me.
I never had used it. Hadn’t needed to. Grayson never ran out of batteries or needed a recharge. Maybe I should wrap it up for Claire’s birthday. I chuckled to myself. It’d save me a chunk of cash, and it’d be funny as fuck to watch her face when she tore open the gift wrap.
The intercom on my desk buzzed, and my belly fluttered. I wondered how long that feeling would last. The newness, the insane urge to rip each other’s clothes off, to spend lazy Sunday mornings in bed having copious amounts of sex. Hopefully, for a while longer yet.
“Yes, Grayson.”
“Come into my office, please, Rowan.”
He sounded so formal that a sliver of anxiety trickled down my spine. I stood, smoothed my skirt, and tapped on his door once before entering.
On his desk was a large bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a bowl of strawberries. He gave me a smile that turned my insides to mush, reaching me in two strides. Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me.
“What’s this in aid of?” I asked when he let me go.
“I just had confirmation from my lawyer that ROGUES have signed the deal.” An enormous grin etched across his face “This is going to be huge for Grayson Enterprises.”
I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. “Oh, Grayson. I’m so thrilled for you. It’s what you deserve.”
“Thank you for putting up with me these last few weeks,” he murmured against my lips.
“Well, you can be pretty tough to take,” I teased.
He opened the champagne and poured two glasses, handing one to me. “To success… and more time for sex.”
I widened my eyes. “More time? Jesus, Grayson, I’m going to need a rubber ring to sit on.”
He pressed a strawberry to my lips, and I bit down on the juicy fruit.
“Let’s finish this glass of champagne and then head back to my place.”
I frowned, glancing up at the clock on the far wall of his office. “It’s only three-thirty.”
He gave me a crooked grin. “Benefits of being the boss.”
“You might set a bad example to your team.”
“That’s why we’ll sneak out the back way.”
Ten minutes later, Grayson and I slipped into the backseat of his car, giggling like a couple of teenagers. We kissed the entire way home, half undressed in the private elevator, and virtually ran to his bedroom, discarding the rest of our clothes on the way.
Lightheaded from the champagne and Grayson’s searing kisses, I closed my eyes, angled my hips, and sighed as he slid home.
With smooth strokes, he drove me higher, touching me in just the right way to send me soaring. As I tumbled down into a mind-boggling orgasm that curled my toes and set off fireworks behind my closed lids, Grayson groaned and found his own release.
Rolling to the side, he reached for my hand and knitted our fingers together. Equally breathless, we both stared at the ceiling and waited for our hearts to slow.
“You and me, Rowan, we’re perfect together.” He shifted onto his side and caressed my cheek. “I wish we hadn’t wasted all that time.”
I turned to meet him, nose to nose. “You were too busy with all those other women.”
He shook his head. “Since the day you walked into my office, I haven’t wanted anyone else.”
I frowned. “But the flowers, and the jewelry, and the ‘see ya, sweet cheeks’ notes you made me send to the women you dated. Are you saying they were fake?”
“No. The women were real. I dated to try to get you out of my head. They were all perfectly nice women, but they did nothing for me. The flowers and gifts were my way of apologizing for wasting their time.” He captured my bottom lip and tugged it between his teeth. “You’re the only one for me.”
“Oh, Grayson.”
“Talking of gifts.” He reached into his bedside table drawer and fished out a rectangular box. “This is for you. Well, for us, really.”
His mischievous grin had me narrowing my eyes in response.
“You’re up to no good.”
“Just open it.” He thrust the package at me.
I sat up in bed, tugged on the silky black ribbon, and opened the box. My mouth dropped open. I gaped, and then I laughed.
“Are you kidding me? How did you get hold of this?” I removed the bright-pink vibrator, the one Claire made me buy all those weeks ago, and brandished it at him.
Snickering, he ducked to avoid a whack on the head.
“It seemed such a shame to let it go to waste. Just think of the fun we can have playing with this.”
I started it up, and it buzzed. “You charged it?”
“Hell, yeah, I did.” He snatched it out of my hands and straddled me.
“Tell me, Grayson.” I gasped as he ran the tip of the vibrator around my nipple, causing it to harden. “Did you break into my home?”
He tapped his nose. “Not sharing. It’s good for a relationship to have a little mystery.”
“You’re a bad, bad man.”
“Only the beginning, gorgeous. Only the beginning.”