Page 72 of Gravity

Her hand leaves the hardwood and grips onto my arm, her legs begin to quiver as I feel her getting tighter around my finger.

I hear Lacy head back to the floor and I pull out, clearing my throat, while Nora gasps and quickly has to compose herself.

“Table four has just left,” I order as she eyes us with suspicion before going to collect some more plates. I have to think fast in order to make this little situation with Nora look professional, so I turn to her and compliment her on her work.

“You did good today, Shortcake. Now, I believe your shift is over for the day.”

“Yes.” She clears her throat and stands tall. “I believe it is. I’ll be heading off then.”

As she goes to leave, she takes hold of my hand that rests at my side and clasps hers around the fingers that were just inside her, pulling on them slowly to wipe them clean. Her devilish eyes lock on mine, her teeth sink into her bottom lip and the flush of her cheeks make her eyes dance with lust.

“I need a shower. This shift has made me feel a little… dirty.”

Her words alone are enough to have something inside of me snap with greed and have me fighting the urge to push her against the bar and fuck her senseless. But I do the next best thing.

Grabbing her hand, I march her out of the bar and down toward my office without a word, confusion in her voice.

“Grayson, what’s going on?” I don’t answer, I can’t because my body is now burning with desire. “I don’t understand.”

I enter my office, pulling her in behind me, before slamming the door closed and pushing her up against it. Crashing my mouth on hers with a kiss that finally makes me feel like I can breathe, I don’t hold back. It’s fast, hot, and ravenous, but her response is just as explosive as her whimper seeps out between us and her hands latch on to me like she needs to regain her strength from falling.

Lifting her thigh, I hold it in my grip and grind myself against her, letting her know just how fucking hard I am for her and always will be; letting her know that the longer we go on like this, the more I’m losing self-control and want nothing more than to bury myself deep inside her; letting her know that, although I said I’d wait because I want her to be sure, it’s also fucking killing me.

“Do you understand now?” I question, both of us now panting. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, Nora. Every time you are close, it’s not enough and every time we’re apart, I can’t bear it.”

“I thought I’d done something wrong,” she breathes, her eyes a beautiful cloud of longing. “I thought you were mad.”

“I’m mad for you, not with you.” I kiss her nose. “But now, I need you to go home.”

“Not yet. I need you to touch me. I want you.”

I can’t.

I can’t because if I touch her again, I won’t be able to stop.

Leaning in close, I latch my teeth onto her earlobe, giving it a little tug before I whisper. “And I’ve wanted to touch you for this entire shift, but I’ve not been able to—not in the way I’ve wanted. So now that I’ve teased your pussy, you know what it feels like to ache so bad you feel like you’re going to explode. You want me to touch you, Shortcake?”

“Yes.”

“Then you will have me. But at my place where I can make you scream and have that sound only for my ears. You hear me?”

She nods.

“Now, I need you to go home and wait for me, but I also need you to do one more thing.”

“Anything.”

Pulling back to find her eyes, I place my hand once again between her thighs, this time cupping her. “Don’t touch yourself. I want you aching so bad that you won’t know what to do. I want you so wet that you’ll be dripping; I want you naked and begging for my touch, whatever way that touch maybe.”

Her eyes close and she moans on a whisper. “Grayson, you’re killing me here.”

Lifting her chin, I give my final demand as her eyes find mine and I fight the beast inside me from giving in and taking her in my office.

“Wet, Shortcake. I need you really. Fucking. Wet.” With that, I kiss her nose and head out of the room, walking straight to the bathroom with an ache so bad it’s almost painful, grinning to myself.

Nora Nelson will be the death of me. And I fucking love it.

Chapter Twenty