29. True
“I’m good with standing,” I answered, chin up, voice firm.
Greyson circled me like I was his prey, tugging on his tie until it was undone and hanging around his neck in a loose loop. When I looked at his neck, the only thing I remembered was the way I’d sucked it last night when he made me come on his dick.
I fingered my own collar, suddenly warm in a way that had nothing to do with the heat coming through the hotel’s vents.
“Did you find a dress?” he asked, dangerously close to the shell of my ear.
If I turned my head in the slightest, his lips would make contact with my skin.
“I bought three,” I told him, waiting for any visible reaction.
All I got was a smile that felt dangerous when he finally stood in front of me again.
He stared at me, assessing me with a calculated calm only he could pull off.
“Your card is in my wallet. But I left it in Noah’s truck. I can go get?—”
“I don’t give a fuck about that card, True. Keep it.”
“But it’s yours.” My rebuttal made his lips curl again, and that crater in his cheek appeared.
“You left me this morning,” he said, refusing to acknowledge my last words. He clamped his hand around my chin, tilting my head back so I could see the storm in his eyes.
“You’re upset.” I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog in my brain that hadn’t been there a moment ago.
“Nah, True. I’m not upset, but you got me fucked up if you think you’re sneaking out of my bed again.”
Kissing my teeth, I shook my head. “I won’t have to because we’re not doing that again.”
He scoffed before the dark notes of his quiet laughter bathed my skin in goosebumps.
“We are. And it’s gonna be because you want it. The same way you wanted it last night.”
“I told you it was once.”
“And I told you that was bullshit. Ask me for anything else but that, True. Anything else .”
His thumb moved over my bottom lip. Not softly. Roughly. Like he was intentionally trying to make a mess of my mouth and I just let him, caught up in the magnetic pull of his arrogant possession.
My lips parted on their own, waiting for a kiss I wasn’t sure he would give me.
“You want me to kiss you right now,” he stated calmly, dropping his hold on my face and staring at me with a knowing look.
“Why are you being so…”
“So what?”
Irritation worked through me and I closed my mouth before promptly reopening it to tell him about himself.
“This is childish, Greyson. You don’t own me.”
“No, but you own me, True. And that’s something you need to come to terms with. Because I’m not going anywhere.“
Greyson closed the distance between us again, but didn’t raise his hands to touch me. “You took exactly what you wanted last night and I can’t wait until you do it again. Because the way you came for me was?—”
I didn’t know what possessed me—probably delirium—but I was on him before he could finish that sentence. Greyson caught me around the waist when I jumped and my legs were wound around his torso the second my lips met his.
He kissed me back just as hungrily, his free hand going to my hair and tugging possessively at the fallen strands near my neck. I couldn’t think about the strength it took to hold me up with one arm without squirming against him, losing the fight not to tug his belt off and tell him to fuck me on his desk.
Hell, he could fuck me on this floor and I’d be just as happy.
I yanked at his shirt tail until enough of it was free for me to wedge my hand past his belt and into his pants.
“Greyson, condom.”
“I don’t have one here.”
“What do you mean?” I groaned against his lips.
“I’m not in the habit of fucking people at my job, Red.”
I snatched my hand away from his growing erection and whined against his lips, trying to jump down from his hold.
“You’re a fucking brat,” Greyson growled, holding me tighter.
The next thing I knew, we were moving. Over to his desk.
My ass hit the top of it in an unceremonious thwack when he dropped me on the hard surface and took the seat in front of me. He leaned back, his chest heaving from exertion.
“Ask for what you want, True.”
“You don’t have a condom.” I could feel my lip trying to poke out and form a pout, so I bit it and looked away. Was this what this man had reduced me to with one night?
“I don’t need to put my dick in you to make you come. Or do you not remember what happened at Noir?”
Okay, two nights. Because Noir definitely counted as…something.
He rolled his chair forward, bracing his hands against my spread legs. “Tell me you wanna come and I’ll do it. You’re in control, remember?”
His declaration from earlier was already coming back to haunt me and I didn’t have a comeback because I did want this. I wanted him to spread me open and do unspeakable things to me, right here in this office.
“I didn’t leave you,” I felt the need to clarify. “I left to write.”
“Okay.”
Okay ?
“I’m telling the truth. I woke up at six and you were sleeping, but my laptop and all my notebooks were at my house.”
“So we’ll get notebooks and a laptop for my house.”
“Greyson, that’s not…”
There was no point in disagreeing with this man.
“I’m happy you’re writing, True.” His voice sounded sincere and a slight smile flourished on my lips. “I’m proud of you.”
Our eyes reconnected and I swallowed hard, way too aroused at the sight of him leaning back in his chair, staring up at me. He looked at me like the world was in my hands and he was waiting on his chance to prove something to me.
He sat forward again and my vision blurred in slow motion. He bowed his head, kissing the tops of each of my thighs through my tights and my breath left me in a startled gasp.
“I’m fucking proud of you, True. Now, ask me for what you want.”
I couldn’t name the sensations coursing through me right now, I just knew they were all sinful and depraved.
In the simplest terms, I wanted Greyson Wolfe to make me see stars again. And I must have said that because a second later, I heard a rip and realized too late it was my tights. He was ripping them so he could get to my center and excitement danced in my veins.
I was soaked, and so damn ready for the need thrumming through me to meet its match.
My skirt was so short, it was already bunched around my waist from the way I was sitting, so it was easy for him to do exactly what he wanted with me.
A cool draft hit me when my tights were ripped to his liking. All he had to do was push my panties to the side and swipe at my swollen clit.
Greyson’s eyes were fixed on my sex, his jaw a little slack from the reaction my body was giving him.
“Fuck. You’re incredible…” he said it so lowly I wasn’t sure it was meant for my ears, but I cried out nonetheless, arching into him on instinct. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”
That was the last thing he said before his lips were around my clit and he was sucking me into his mouth like a man starved.
My hands went to his head, just like last night. But instead of holding him against my chest, I was holding him between my legs, already gone off the pleasure running through me.
Greyson had my thighs spread and thrown over his shoulders while he ate me out.
His tongue fluttered against my clit in rapid succession, and my eyes squeezed shut against the blinding lights interrupting my vision.
He licked.
And sucked.
And fucked.
And moaned.
And when I thought it couldn’t get better, he moved his head up and down so his nose ran over my sensitive clit while his tongue worked at my entrance.
My mouth stopped producing sounds when I was flung into an orgasm that made me question reality.
I shuddered my release against his tongue and came undone when he lapped it up greedily, like it was his reward.
My whole body had a heartbeat and I was sure my toes were numb. But it was worth it. A million times over.
He lifted his head when I finished convulsing and looked at me with a claim in his eyes he didn’t have to voice. I heard him loud and clear.
“Fight it as much as you want, but I know you just felt that. I belong to you.” He kissed my thigh again, his tongue licking my heated skin.
I watched him over my heaving chest through hooded eyes.
“And whatever this thing is you have going on with Noah, I need y’all to figure it out. You want both of us? Have both of us. But you need to understand that he is the only man I will share you with.”
“Greyson.”
“Are we clear on that?”
I nodded. My mouth still wasn’t working properly and I wasn’t going to embarrass myself by giving him gibberish. I sat there on his desk, braced on shaky arms, waiting for another gruff command that never came.
Instead, he stood up, stroked his hand over the erection straining against his pants, and bent down to let me taste myself on his lips.
“Good fucking girl.”
Holy shit, this man was going to be the end of me.