by Ally Summers
There was more depth and soul to this man than anyone knew. I could see it. I could feel it when he touched me.
In the week we had spent working together, I had seen the enormous weight he carried.
“And this is the movie theater.”
I stepped into the room behind Grayson.
My jaw dropped. I knew people who had movie rooms. They usually had big recliners that doubled as theater seats. I had even designed a few with multi-level steps for viewing. But nothing compared to this. Each level was divided by what could only be described as daybeds. Each one complete with a set of the most lush and divine pillows and blankets.
“I don’t know what to say.” I stepped down into the theater. Each row was inviting and over-the-top. I wanted to jump into a pile of pillows, but I didn’t want to spill my wine.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked. “Lady’s choice.”
“What are my options?”
“Anything. We have every movie.”
I placed a hand on my hip. “That’s not possible. There’s no way you have every movie.”
He laughed. “Try me.”
I tried to think of the most obscure film I knew. I rattled off a few choices and every one of them Grayson pulled up on the screen with a touch of a button. He wasn’t kidding.
“Do you believe me now?” he taunted.
“What’s your favorite?” I asked. “What do you watch when you’re here?”
“I don’t have much time for movies.”
I sighed. “I think you’ve established that. But if you did take two hours out of your schedule to watch a movie and have a glass of wine.” I held up the long-stemmed glass. “What would it be?”
It was cute how he looked when he was trying to think of something. Adorable actually, but I wouldn’t tell him that. It was hard not to rush up and kiss him again. I had been holding myself back ever since we left the art gallery, but that was ten rooms ago and he hadn’t tried to kiss me since.
“I think I know one.” He grinned.
I waited for him to cue something up and stared at the screen when an old Hollywood film came on. It was black and white.
“This is your favorite?” I turned toward him, surprised at his choice.
“I’m a classics man.”
“Are you?”
He nodded. I felt the heaviness on my lips again. He was staring at them. His eyes dipped lower to my breasts.
He pulled the wine from my hand and placed it on a table.
I didn’t have time to think or react. His hands enclosed my waist as he brushed his lips against mine. Our mouths moved with desperate hunger, sucking and kissing. He bit the corners of my mouth and I whimpered. I liked it. I wanted more than just kisses. Something was heating my body from the inside out.
My fingers trailed through his thick dark hair just as he scooped me into his arms. This was unbelievable. My body felt alive. I was on fire.
He maneuvered us into one of the rows, pushing pillows and blankets out of the way as he laid me on the bed. The movie played behind him as he pushed my dress up. His head dipped between my legs and I bucked when I felt his teeth graze across my heat, clutching my panties in his bite as he tugged them off my legs.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It was like all the daydreams I’d had this week—the ones that kept me from getting my work done. I looked down as he pushed my thighs wide. He kissed the softest part of my leg before blowing a gentle breeze over my aching clit. I moaned. He had to know how wet he was making me. He had to see how swollen and needy I was.
His fingers began to move through my velvet folds. I rocked into him as he pushed them inside me one and then the other. He was deep in my walls, his thumb rubbing over my clit. It felt good as he pumped in and out and then the lash of his tongue whipped over my clit and I whimpered.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he groaned between my legs as my head reeled back on the pillows.
His tongue wildly licked and flicked until I was begging for my release. It built to an epic frenzy. The orgasm ready to spill. Ready to take over. He pushed my knees wide as he latched onto my clit with a possessive suck.
And I lost it. I lost all control. All sense. All gravity. My body shook and convulsed as the orgasm spiraled through my veins and ricocheted in my blood. I screamed, but he only clamped on harder. Thrusting his tongue inside me.
I clutched and clawed, riding the orgasmic wave. My legs were spread wide as he lapped at my juices, coating my entrance. The sensations began to wane and I took a deep breath to steady myself. Grayson kissed my knee. His eyes lit with embers of lust.
“You are so fucking sexy Sienna McKenzie.”
He ran his index finger through my folds before taking it to his lips. “And your honey is worth dying for.”
I closed my eyes. The want was back. My core ached again. I wanted more than his tongue. It was rash and crazy. But I wanted to sleep with him. I wanted everything. Not just foreplay. I wanted full-blown sex. All of it.
The movie crackled and played on the screen.
“What about yours?” I teased. I sat forward, my hand landing on his zipper.
He groaned. “You know where this is headed.”
I nodded. I had no doubt. I knew exactly where I wanted it to go.
Thirteen
Grayson
I looked down at her sweet little lips. She unzipped my pants and slid them over my hips. I sat forward on the velvet cushion and shirked them off my legs. Her eyes widened when she shoved the boxer briefs out of the way. My cock bobbed free in all its glory.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
I smiled. “Don’t be afraid.”
“God, you’re so big. So, so big.”
“Shh.” I gripped her chin. “Lie on your back.”
She stopped. She was facing me and I knew she didn’t understand, but I had a plan. I wanted her on her back. I wanted to see my cock slide between her lips. I wanted it so deep in her throat before I licked her raw again.
But Sienna was a good mate. She rolled on her back. She stared up at me. I touched the tip of my shaft to her lips and she was instantly greedy. It was as if I had turned on the hunger for my cock. Her soft lips opened and she sucked me deep inside.
“Fuck,” I groaned, expecting her to take a while to adjust to me. To need time to accommodate my thickness like the other girls did. But not her. Her body was meant for mine.
I seized when I felt the walls of her throat. I wanted to come like this. I began to pump deep and hard. She gagged against the pressure, but she didn’t stop sucking or her tongue stop twirling.
I leaned forward, shoving her knees out of the way. I needed her heat. My tongue pushed inside her as she bucked wildly. I was going to lose it. My spine tightened as my belly knotted with the orgasm. My hips jerked as my seed spilled in her throat, filling her mouth. I pumped inside her, until I was spent with release and exhaustion.
And that’s when I felt the convulsions around my tongue. Her body countered my orgasm with one of her own. It was epic and sexy. She moaned deliciously as I licked her clit coaxing her to ride it higher and higher. When she finally stopped, I pulled my cock from her and turned to lie behind her.
I kissed her neck.
“I think I like your movie room.” She laughed.
“Do you?”
She wiggled into me. Her round ass, pressing against my cock. I was hard again in only seconds.
“And I suddenly have a thing for classic movies.”
I bit at her ear. “Tell me more.”
She rolled away from the screen to face me. “We don’t have to stop, Grayson.” Her lips found mine. “I want more.”
The growl was inevitable. I couldn’t keep him from surfacing no matter how hard I tried. My mate wanted me and he was going to tell her how he felt.
Her eyes widened. “What was that?”
My hand slid to her waist. “I have an amazing dinner prepared for us. I think we should he
ad upstairs to get ready.” I started to help her up. I found her panties on one of the other beds.
I didn’t want to untangle from her, especially not when I knew how much we wanted each other, but there was an order I needed to follow. She had to want to be claimed. And I had to give her all the facts if she was going to make that decision.
Facts didn’t come in the theater. Facts came when we were dressed properly over a nice meal.
I zipped my pants while she straightened her dress.
“You really don’t have to go through a lot of trouble for dinner. I’m fine with pizza.” She retrieved her wine.
I took her chin between my fingers and kissed her hard. “Tonight is not a night for pizza.”
“What about the movie?” she asked.
I turned the screen off. “Maybe later. After dinner. Come on.” I took her by the hand. “I’ll show you your room.”
Other than a place for her to get changed before dinner, I had no intention of her spending another second in there, but she didn’t have all the facts yet.
Fourteen
Sienna
It seemed rather formal to have to dress for dinner, especially when we were the only two people at the estate. But Grayson Hawthorne wasn’t a typical man. I had to remind myself of that. He was worth billions. He had been to the best schools. Studied business in Europe. He spoke five languages, although sex should count as one so that made six languages. And he was sexy as sin.
I still didn’t know why I was spending the weekend with him. Why he had kissed me. And why after some intensely amazing oral sex I was ready to have him take me to bed. I would have done it. Sex. I wanted it. I would have slept with him right in the middle of that movie.
I didn’t know why dinner first was so important. Maybe he wasn’t only into classic movies, maybe he was also old-fashioned. I touched my lips. No—that definitely wasn’t it.
He had taken me with certainty in the theater. He wanted me to taste him as much as I wanted the feel of his cock in my mouth. My fingers fell from my mouth. I had never had a man so hard and impressive between my lips. I shivered with the memory of how we came together. It was an erotic moment. A perfect moment of giving each other pure pleasure. I knew there was more to give.
I looked at my reflection. I wore my hair down. It was cold in Promise Lake. I hadn’t brought a cocktail dress, which suddenly seemed like a mistake. I had to piece together something suitable for a Hawthorne dinner in the blue dining room. He told me to meet him at the staircase at eight. I had packed a leather skirt that matched a pair of knee-high boots. Instead of wearing a sweater, I opted for only the silk camisole. I knew it was thin and I might freeze, but I wanted something special for tonight. It was the sexiest piece of clothing I had brought.
I fluffed my hair one last time before leaving the room. I walked down the hall. I stared in disbelief when I saw Grayson at the bottom of the stairs.
He was wearing a dark fitted suit and holding a single rose.
I descended the staircase. My eyes never left his.
“You look beautiful.” He kissed my cheek. “This is for you.”
I took the rose. “Thank you.”
He held out his arm for me while I followed him to the blue dining room. There were candles on every pedestal. The center of the table was covered with flames of different heights. I turned to look at him.
“You know you don’t have to impress me. I’m already impressed by everything about you, Grayson.”
He slid the chair out from the table. “That’s yet to be determined.”
I sat carefully, not wanting to disturb any of the beautiful settings. He had arranged silver, china, and crystal. I had to add formal table-setting to his list of skills.
“Why do I get the feeling there’s something you need to tell me,” I teased.
He took a seat next to me and reached for a bottle of chilled champagne.
“Are you that perceptive?” His eyebrows rose. I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me.
After what we experienced together in the theater I thought we did have a deeper connection. It was physical, but something else had happened. I felt vulnerable to him. As if he now had a part of me.
“Maybe I am.” I smiled shyly.
“I’ll drink to that.” He clinked my glass and we both drank the champagne.
The bubbles fizzed and danced on my tongue.
“I know you gave me a tour of the house today but you didn’t exactly tell me what you want me to work on. What room should I start in?”
Grayson nodded. “It’s not that kind of project. It has many layers. Many facets.”
“Oh?” I pulled off a corner of a dinner roll. “Do tell. I like long-term projects. Something I can really sink my teeth into.”
He grinned. “I like that you aren’t afraid, Sienna. You’ll take me head-on, won’t you?”
My spine tingled. My core twinged. I nodded. “Yes. I’m not the kind of girl who backs down from a challenge.”
He leaned closer. “Do you think I can challenge you?” His voice was low and husky.
“Yes. In many ways.” I didn’t feel flirty any more. I felt like a sexual goddess meeting her sexual god head-on. He was truly amazing.
The champagne swirled in my head.
“Do you want a challenge? Do you want me to push you?” His hand landed on my knee and began to slide between my thighs.
I sighed, parting my legs.
His fingers worked between the fleshy part until he slipped a finger under my satin panties. I opened my legs as wide as the confines of my skirt would allow.
“Yes. I want you to,” I whispered. I caught his piercing eyes.
“How hard do you like to be pushed?” He leaned forward, pinning my knee with his.
“Hard.” I bit my bottom lip.
He pushed a finger inside me and I gasped. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” His eyes glowered.
I rocked into his fingers, needing more.
“What are you doing to me?” My head whipped back, while he strummed my clit and plunged another finger inside.
“Making you come before dinner.”
“Oh God.” I gripped the table. I couldn’t hold off. I was no match for his skill. My body caved to the pleasure, wracking my muscles with electric pulses. “Grayson,” I moaned.
He thrust his fingers deep in my heat while the orgasm took me at the table. I panted while I waited for the lust to roll off of me. He withdrew his fingers, smiling wickedly and licked one at a time.
I watched, awestruck.
“What did you just do?” I felt content and hungry at the same time.
“Hopefully gave you something you wanted.”
“I want more than that,” I admitted. I wanted to climb on the table and knock the china on the floor. I wanted him to take me now.
“Do you?”
I nodded. “I do.”
His cupped my cheeks with his palms. “Then I think it’s time we have a talk.”
Fifteen
Grayson
My bear had to know. Right here. Right now. What the answer was. Would Sienna accept her role as my fated mate? Would she ask me to claim her? To make her mine forever? I’d throw the damn silver and family crystal to the floor and take her on this table if she asked. But she had to ask.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Her eyes darted back and forth. “What have you been trying to tell me all afternoon?” She paused. “Wait, there’s someone else? There is, isn’t there.” She stood to back away from the table.
I rose to match her frenzy. She was already out of the dining room and running down the hall.
“Sienna, wait. No, there’s no one else.” I caught her at the sitting room doors. The fire flickered from the hearth.
“Then what? What’s going on? You’re hot then cold. Then incredibly hot again. Almost too hot, like we’re going to burn the house down. What is it? What aren’t you saying?” she pleaded.
I wanted to erase every doubt. Absorb any pain. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the hell out of her. My mouth moved over hers, taking her breath and mine.
She stumbled out of my embrace. “Like that.” She pointed. “You kiss me until I’m dizzy. What is that?”
I took her hand and led her to the fire. The room glowed with red and orange flickers of light.
“Sienna, God, I can’t believe this has happened. I can’t believe any of this is happening.” I ran my hands through my hair. “I wanted tonight to be special. So fucking amazing, that you wouldn’t have a choice but to say yes. I wanted to impress you. And blow your mind.”
“Grayson, you don’t think you’ve done all those things? Yes, I want to sleep with you. I want that. I thought I made that clear during the movie. And at the dining room table, despite the fact that we were surrounded by your family’s portraits. I want you to make love to me. Yes, yes and yes. If that’s why you brought me to Promise Lake, it’s a yes.”
I closed my eyes. “You have no idea what those words do to me.”
She reached for her shoulder, threading her fingers under the tiny spaghetti strap of her top and pushed it over her skin. It fell, exposing her breast.
I groaned and her nipple hardened into a perfect pink bud. Slowly, she reached for the other side as the strap slid off her shoulder.
Her eyes met mine as she fisted her hands in my hair, tugging my lips to her nipple. I bowed obediently, eager to satisfy my mate. My tongue swirled and flicked, before I sucked her peak in my mouth. She pressed the back of my head, urging me to suck harder.
“Ohh,” she pleaded. “Yes.”
The restraints were coming off. My bear had heard the words he wanted. The sounds he wanted. Gotten a taste of what he wanted. I didn’t have much reason to keep him chained up any longer.
