Chapter 34 - Josie
Josie
I woke up the next morning wondering if it was all a dream. It certainly didn’t feel real.
But the arm draped across my chest wasn’t a dream, nor was the warm body spooning me. And the hard rod of flesh pressing against my ass was definitely real.
Slept with Grayson.
Such a truth would have felt impossible a month ago. Hell, even just a week ago. I had been so resistant to everything about Grayson, and I knew he felt the same way about me.
But oh my God, it felt good to finally give in to the desire we had both been trying to ignore for so long. It was confirmation that I wasn’t crazy, that he felt all the same things as me.
That what we had was real.
He must have felt me stirring, because suddenly he rumbled into my hair, “Good morning.”
“Mmm, it is a good morning,” I said. “At least, for you.”
“I’ve been hard as a rock for the last hour, waiting for you to wake up,” he purred.
I ground my ass back against him. “Hard as a rock? Or hard as steel?”
Grayson groaned. “I’ve never heard that one before.”
“Now you know how I felt when you called me pussycat on our first date.”
“God, I hated that,” I muttered. “You were such a cocky asshole.”
The arm draped over my chest tightened, and his fingers cupped one breast. “You didn’t seem to mind the nickname last night.”
“Mmm, I liked it very much.”
“What a difference a few months can make,” he replied.
Snuggling up against him, I said, “It helps that you’re not an asshole anymore.”
“I never was.”
I twisted around so I could glare at him.
“Okay,” he admitted. “I was a little bit of an asshole.”
“A huge asshole!” I corrected.
“You were shitty, too,” he pointed out.
“Yeah. I was.” I sighed happily. “Glad we worked things out.”
His fingers tightened on my breast. “Me too. Now I’m thinking of working something else out.” He ground his cock against my ass a little more insistently.
“Mmm, what if I’m not in the mood?” I replied.
His hand left my breast, traveling down between my legs. I opened my thigh a little bit to welcome his exploring fingers.
“You’re soaked,” he said.
“That doesn’t mean I’m in the mood,” I teased.
“Too bad,” he said, planting an arm on the bed and pushing on top of me. He smiled. “If I don’t fill you right fucking now, I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” I asked, biting my lower lip.
Before he could answer, there came a knock on the hotel room door.
Both of us tensed.
“Is that housekeeping?” I whispered. “It’s early!”
The knocking came again. “Ms. Harper? Are you in there?”
“Fuck,” Grayson whispered. “Of course it’s fucking Bob killing my morning wood.”
“You’re still hard as steel,” I said, tightening my fingers around his length.
“Trust me: I’m flaccid on the inside.” Grayson glanced at the door. “Should we ignore him?”
“Ms. Harper?” Bob called, louder this time. “I tried calling, but you aren’t answering your phone…”
“I’ll hide,” Grayson said.
While he tip-toed into the bathroom—a sight which was hilarious for the big, muscular man—I grabbed a bathrobe out of the closet and wrapped it tightly around my body.
I opened the door a crack. “Sorry, I was sleeping,” I said with a yawn.
Bob narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re an awfully deep sleeper.” His eyes glanced past me into the room, but only for a moment. “We need to prep for your date with Grayson. Meet us in the lobby in an hour.”
He closed the door before I could respond, but I was grateful he was gone.
Grayson popped his head out of the bathroom. “We’re meeting early?”
“Apparently so. You’d better get back to your room before Bob tries knocking on your door.”
He retrieved his pants from the floor where they had been discarded last night. “I did it out of instinct, but do we really need to hide?”
“Good question,” I said. “I know our dates have been very public, but I don’t know if I want all of my love life exposed.”
“Especially not to fucking Bob,” Grayson muttered, nodding in agreement. “We’ll keep it between us and figure it out later.”
“Good plan,” I said while I watched him get dressed. “I have another question.”
“What’s that?” he asked while focusing on finding his shirt.
“Can we do this again?”
He paused with his shirt in his hand and smiled lustily at me. “Let that robe fall open for a second?”
I uncrossed my arms, allowing the robe to open enough to expose half of my nude body. Grayson’s eyes raked over me like a caress.
“Yes,” he said, smiling hungrily. “We definitely should do this again.”
“That was the correct answer,” I said.
Grayson pulled his shirt over his head, then cupped my cheek. “I’m really glad to hear you say that.” His lips brushed against mine. “See you in an hour.”
He pressed his eye to the peephole, then slipped out of the room.
I couldn’t stop smiling as I showered and got ready for our date. I still couldn’t believe that had happened.
I was overflowing with excitement, so I called Sharon and put her on speakerphone while I played with my hair. “Hi Josie, can I call you back in an hour? I’m having breakfast with Kyle.”
“I’ll be busy in an hour,” I replied. “I was just going to tell you that Grayson and I slept together, but if you want to wait until tonight to hear about it…”
There was an excited squeal on the other end of the line. “Forget about Kyle. I’m walking outside to talk to you. Tell me everything.”
Half an hour later, I took the elevator down to the lobby. Bob, two marketing interns, and Manny the photographer, were waiting by the front door. They waved me over.
“Today’s date is starting with coffee at a local shop,” Bob explained. “Then the two of you will get brunch. Any problems?”
“No problems. I’m starving.”
“I hope you’re not just interested in the food,” Bob muttered. “I know we had to strong-arm you into these three additional dates, but can you at least pretend to be happy to go out with Grayson?”
The elevator opened across the lobby and Grayson walked toward us, broad-shouldered and sexier than ever.
Suppressing a smile, I told Bob, “I think I can pretend for one more day.”