by L. M. Reid
“I may be a lot of things, Sweetheart, but one thing I am not, is stupid. Telling my father what happened between us, that’s not going to benefit me any more than it would you.”
“Then why did you come to my office. Why did you…”
“Fuck you? That I did for sheer pleasure. The moment I laid eyes on you, I forgot my whole reason for being here and wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside you.” He takes a step closer as I take another step back.
Him invading my mind is bad enough, I’m not sure if I can handle him invading my space.
Focus, Ashlynn. Find out what it is that he’s doing here.
“What is your reason for being here?”
He smirks at me. “Let’s grab dinner,” he says.
The way he says it is almost comical, as if there is no way that I can say no to him. He may have satisfied me last night and given me multiples in the orgasm area, but today is a new day. Starting today, Grayson is nothing more than my boss’s son. And, my competition. No matter how much I want him, no matter how turned on I am just by looking at him, my time with Grayson is over.
“I’d rather starve to death,” I tell him.
He softly caresses my cheek. “I wasn’t asking.”
I look him dead in the eye. “Your little demands may have been entertaining last night, but…”
“But what, Sweetheart? You think I can’t see the flush on your cheeks? The desire in your eyes? Hell, you were just looking at me, picture after picture. You want me, just as much as I want you.”
“First of all, I am about as far from a ‘sweetheart’ as you can get. Second, last night was a mistake. I am…”
“With my father? Yes, so I heard. Despite that little fact though, last night you were with me. That tells me something.”
“It says that I was drunk and made a mistake.” I go to move past him.
His hand grabs my arm, holding me in place, “Don’t walk away from me.”
Once I get over the initial shock of the words, I laugh. He doesn’t.
With his hand still on my arm, he pulls me to him. “I want you Ashlynn, and I am going to have you.”
“You already did. Enjoy the memories because it isn’t happening again.” I struggle to make the statement and worse, it took everything in me to make it sound convincing.
As great as the memory is, I want more, too. And my restraint is wearing thin with him being so close to me.
“We’ll see about that,” he says. He lets me go and begins to walk out of the office. “And if you want to know something about me, feel free to ask me at dinner, tonight, seven o’clock. Oak Street Grill.”
The man must be even more delusional than I thought if he actually thinks I would show up there. Though I must admit that the skin where he touched me – it still burns, hopelessly for more.
I don’t need him to take care of that though. I don’t need Grayson West at all. Yet the want and need that course through me like I’ve never experienced before says otherwise. No man has ever affected me the way Grayson West has. Not even Logan, my savior and the one man that I very well may have loved.
Things with Logan were complicated, for me at least. I may think love is a bullshit emotion, but I’ll be damned if it is not the one single emotion I feel for Logan. After years of pining away for the man, I finally made a play for him only for it to backfire on me. And that whole fiasco caused me to lose Logan for good. My heart still hasn’t recovered from that. I miss him every day. I miss knowing that there is at least one person on this planet that always has my back. But, I messed up. I played with fire and got burned. Still, he’s happy and in love and after everything he’s been through, I’m grateful. He deserves it.
Heartbroken and lost, I returned home and put my priorities back in order. Back to where they should have been the whole time. My career was my baby; it always had been until I let my heart have a say in my decisions. I needed to refocus, make it my priority, and forget about things like love and Logan.
I had been doing a damn good job too, until Grayson walked into my life. I’ve not even known the man for twenty-four hours and he’s managed to turn my life upside down. Yet, I’ve spent the better part of those twenty-four hours with my mind and my body, solely focused on him.
My phone chirps with a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: See you in an hour.
I don’t know it for sure, but it has to be Grayson. He’s the only self-righteous, presumptuous bastard that I know.
Me: Get over yourself.
I send the message despite knowing that I am the one that needs to get over him. Grayson can want me all day long, I actually like the idea of driving him insane with desire, but me? No, I don’t have time for him and whatever bullshit game he’s playing.
Still, here I am, closing my laptop and packing my things up because I can’t focus. Between Grayson and Logan, my mind and my hormones are both in overdrive. And if I can’t focus, I may as well head home and drown my sorrows in some of that expensive whiskey I picked up the other day. That’s all, I just need to go home, clear my head, and get my priorities in line.
Best of intentions and all that because right now I am driving down a road that most certainly doesn’t lead to me home. In fact, I am going in the complete opposite direction. Nonetheless a direction that leads me to a brightly lit sign with the words Oak Street Grill on it.
I silently curse myself for being so stupid but find myself pulling into the valet area without hesitation. I shouldn’t be here yet there is nowhere else I would rather be right now. It’s exactly how I feel about Grayson – I shouldn’t want him, but I just can’t seem to help myself.
Stepping out of the vehicle I hand the valet attendant a twenty and say, “I’ll only be a minute.”
I walk into the restaurant and as though there were some mystical force drawing me to him, my eyes find Grayson immediately. The sight of him sitting there, his broad back to me, hand gripping the whiskey glass, it takes my breath away momentarily. Even from behind he exudes masculinity and sex appeal. I watch as he tilts his head back and downs what’s left of his drink. I’m staring and I don’t care.
And either he has the same draw to me as I do to him or I stared so long and hard that I willed it, but either way he turns to me. We stare at each other, waging a war of desire. When he stands and I can take in the full length of his body, my panties soak. The way he licks his lips as he takes me in it’s as though he knows.
This is wrong. So wrong. I am better than this. I need to walk away, hell I need to run away, but instead I take a step closer. Then another. I square my shoulders, resolve over the fact that there is no way I can walk away from this man. Not when he’s looking at me like that.
“Ashlynn,” he says when I reach him.
“My car is running. Are you coming?” I turn on my heel and walk toward the exit.
I can hear his footsteps behind me, quick and hard - just how I want him.
I get into the driver seat. His hand is on the door as he bends and looks through the open window.
“Are you sure about this, Sweetheart?”
Yes. No. This man could destroy me. Based on the feeling between my thighs – he has the ability to do that in more ways than one.
“Get in.” It’s my noncommittal confirmation letting him know that while I am not sure about this at all, it is most definitely what I want.
With a nod of his head, he straightens and walks to the passenger side. The moment he fastens his buckle, I take off, speeding down the street. I don’t look in his direction, afraid of getting distracted, and instead focus on the road before us. It’s not a long drive, but it feels like an eternity. When I finally pull into the parking space, I slide out of the car taking quick steps to the building.
“Slow down,” Grayson calls after me.
I hear his footsteps, the pace quickening to catch up to me. I don’t have time to slow down. I need him. Now.
I slide a quick smile in
the direction of the doorman before rushing toward the elevator. I press the button, my foot tapping as I wait. Grayson’s hands rest on my waist, his lips near my ear.
“What’s the rush?” he asks.
I don’t answer him, I just move into the elevator as the doors open. I eye him, waiting for him to follow. He shakes his head and enters the elevator taking his place next to me.
“Why the hurry, Sweetheart?” His voice is gravelly and dripping with desire as his fingers caress my face.
I look him in the eye. Without hesitation I say, “I need you.”
“Need? Or want?”
“Does it matter?” I ask irritated with his question.
“It does to me.”
I look at him incredulously wondering what the hell his problem is. He got what he wanted. Why is he questioning the reason behind it? Despite my curiosity my words come easily though. “Both. I have needs Grayson West, needs that I only want you to fulfill.”
My words hanging between us, we are lost in each other’s eyes both searching for something, neither sure what it is we are looking for. The elevator dings and we both startle.
“Lead the way,” he instructs me.
I step off the elevator and close the distance between me and my home. My nerves kick in, my hands trembling as I fumble with the lock. Grayson’s hand covers mine, helping me slide the key into the lock, his hard body pressed against mine. Once the lock turns and the door is open, I still don’t move just enjoying the feel of him against me.
“I thought we were in a hurry,” he whispers. The soft heat of his breath tickles my skin, re-energizing me and making my feet move into my home.
Grayson closes the door behind him.
“Look at me,” he says.
I hate being given orders, I hate giving up control, but Grayson makes me want to do just that. He makes me want to lose control, lose myself in him. So, despite my head wanting to protest, my body does as he asks and turns to face him.
When I do, my breath hitches.The man looks heavenly standing before me, loosening his tie before shrugging out of his coat. He discards the items with ease onto my couch. In a place that isn’t his, he still commands the room and my body. I wait, as patiently as possible for him to give me instructions, to tell me what I need to do in order to get what I need from him.
“Bedroom.” It’s a question and a statement all in one – he wants to know where it is while making it an order that I need to follow. One that I willingly do as I put one foot in front of the other and lead him into my bedroom.
“Lie down,” he tells me.
“Grayson,” I say in protest.
His head snaps in my direction. “I said, lie down,” he repeats.
The look in his eyes has me doing what he asks. I make myself comfortable on the bed as I watch him finish undressing. First his shirt, lending me the visual pleasure of his toned chest and six-pack abs. Then his shoes. He continues to undress until he has nothing more than black silk boxers on.
My mouth goes dry looking at him. I wet my lips, eager to feel his on mine. But he doesn’t move to kiss me, or to fuck me. He just stands there, staring at me. I don’t do self-conscious, but under his gaze, I’ll be damned if I don’t feel slightly unworthy.
His words wash away any feelings of inadequacy. “You are exquisite,” he says. The compliment makes my cheeks flush and to fill with heat. “I didn’t picture you to be the blushing type,” he says as he slides off my shoe, then the next.
“I…” I begin to say something but as I do, he presses his lips to the inside of my ankle. “I…” I don’t say anything, I just gasp as he trails kisses up my leg, to my center. My head is spinning as feelings that I don’t recognize and sure as hell don’t understand course through my body.
“No need for foreplay, I’m ready,” I tell him desperate to feel him inside me, to feel the sheer happiness that a connection between us brings me.
He lets out a low chuckle. “Well Sweetheart, at some point you’re going to realize that this, us, is a mistake. I plan on enjoying the hell out of you while it lasts. So, sit back, relax…” He reaches my center, covering it with his mouth and I don’t argue, I just cry out his name, “and enjoy.”
11
Grayson
Going to the restaurant was a gamble, one that I knew I had a good chance of losing. I didn’t though, she showed, and I won this round. Though, I’m still not quite certain why I care so much. Aside from the need to be inside her, I was genuinely just pleased that she showed up, to know that whatever this is between us, she feels it too.
I knew the moment she walked in the door. I could feel her – my body was instantly charged, an electric current running through my veins. When I turned and saw her standing there, body inviting, eyes darkened with desire, it took everything in me to remain cool and nonchalant and not run to her like a prepubescent teenager. Fuck if I didn’t feel like just that though. Need and desire for only her that damn near made me come upon site of her.
And, now?
Now she’s lying beneath me, legs spreading a little further to allow me access to her hot, wet center. She grinds her pussy against me desperately searching for her release. And when she finds it….
“Oh, Grayson,” she exclaims followed by a series of moans and groans that hardens every single part of me that already wasn’t.
As amazing as she tastes and as much as I’m getting turned on by the way she is grinding her pussy against my tongue and fingers, I’m starting to think she’s right. Foreplay is overrated. I need her – now.
As she comes down from her orgasm, I take one final swipe of my tongue on her center before removing my mouth. I look down at her in her orgasm induced haze and smile, satisfied in knowing that I did that to her and making me want her only that much more.
With a smooth ease I yank down her skirt and toss the material haphazardly to the floor. Still positioned between her thighs, I sit her up and pull her to me, my lips seeking hers as my hands make haste to remove any of this clothing that is keeping me from learning every inch of her perfect body. Pulling the material of her bra down and exposing her breasts, I take one in my mouth, then the other. She threads her hands through my hair as I continue to tease her, instilling soft moans from the back of her throat.
She reaches down, her hands snaking under the material of my boxers and taking ahold of me.
“Christ, woman,” I say.
“Now, please,” she begs.
The sound of her voice, her words, they strip me of my last bit of restraint. Without hesitation I pull her leg up, her ankle resting on my shoulder, my cock lined up at her entrance.
“Say it again,” I tell her.
She runs her nails down my torso. “Please Grayson. Please fuck me.” The desperation in her voice, the need for me – not him – more than evident. Fuck yes.
So, I give into her because if I don’t, I just might lose it. I can see the word on her lips again on her lips but before she can say it, I thrust into her in one smooth motion, and settle myself deep inside her.
We both let out a sigh of relief as though just the sheer connection sated things in us we didn’t even know existed. I’m buried deep inside of her and perfectly fucking content. The fury and desperation from earlier is gone. I feel nothing but pleasure and completeness, and with a smile on my face, I look down at this woman who is doing things to me that I may not want, but I sure as hell enjoy.
She smiles back, but there’s the slightest bit of trepidation in it. I’m not sure if it’s from guilt or fear, or maybe both. Even through that, I can see the same thing in her eyes that I know is in mine – happiness.
“More,” she begs.
I slide slowly out of her, then push back in with more force this time. Her strangled cry is the sexiest damn sound I have ever heard. I grind my hips against her. Her hands fly up to her tits, massaging them. I dip my head down, taking a nipple between my teeth.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out.
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bsp; I can feel her tighten around me, her hands holding my head to her, my hips grinding against hers until I feel her body jerk, until she screams my name, until I feel the immense wetness of her pussy on my cock.
I wanted this to last, to explore and enjoy every inch of her. She weakened my resolve on sight, that first moan damn near sending me over the edge. But, her orgasm? The sound and the feel of it? That right there fucking undid me. I lose control, quickening my pace and thrusting harder and faster into her. I need her, I need my release. I crave the intensity of it that only she has ever brought. When I feel her tighten around my cock again, I’m done. With one last push into her, as deep as I can my orgasm surges through me as I release deep inside her.
We both fall back on the bed, satisfied and out of breath. I adjust myself to face her just as she is about to hightail it out of the bed. My arm catches her waist and pulls her against me.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” I ask.
“I am going to take a shower. And you – are leaving,” she tells me.
She squirms in my arms, but I tighten my hold on her.
“Why?” I ask. My lips trail kisses down her shoulder while I wait for her answer. I can feel her body simultaneously relax and tense at the same time. She wants me, wants this, but she’s afraid.
I’m just not sure exactly why. Is it because of my father? Or because of her need to win the coveted position as partner? Maybe it’s me and this inexplicable connection that we share? I know it scares the hell out of me.
“Because…” The word escapes her softly.
Her head falls back, exposing more of her neck to me, more skin for me to caress and kiss. The tension that was there moments ago now gone.
“Grayson,” she purrs.
“Yes, Sweetheart?”
And, then her tough as nails persona is back in full force. She pushes away from me, putting as much distance as possible before saying, “I’m taking a shower. Be gone when I get out.”
