Not only is that the real me, but I really like that Grayson.
So of course I love the woman who likes that side of me. The woman who’s helped me find and appreciate that side of me.
Felicity would be horrified if she saw the way I spend most of my mornings, or if I ever answered my door in a T-shirt with baby food stains, or if she walked into my apartment after Evelyn had a diaper explosion.
“Am I close?” Caroline asks.
And if I’m not mistaken, there’s a little bit of hope and maybe a tiny bit of fear in her eyes.
Is she worried that I’ll say no? Does she want me to like her for all of those reasons? Does she want to be right about all of this?
And if so, what does that mean?
Well, I guess we’re going to find out.
“One hundred percent,” I say.
Her smile is bright, and she says simply, “Thank God.”
Then I have to kiss her.
I lower my head and seal my mouth over hers.
The kiss turns hot quickly, and I pick her up and put her on the edge of my desk, stepping between her knees. She opens her legs for me and her hands go to my waist, her fingers tucking into my belt loops, holding me close.
I slide my hands from her hips up under the hem of her shirt, dragging my fingertips over her bare skin up to her breasts. I cup them, running my thumbs over the stiff nipples, eliciting a moan.
I pull the cups down so that I can palm her bare breasts and pluck at her nipples. I’m still obsessed with her tits and assume I always will be.
Needing to see and taste them, I quickly strip her shirt off over her head and toss it toward my office door. I stare down at her while playing with her pretty nipples, watching her chest move up and down as she breathes hard. I dip my knees and take one nipple in my mouth, swirling around the tip with my tongue, then sucking hard.
“Grayson!” she gasps.
“God, I love hearing my name on your lips,” I say roughly against her breast.
“Fuck me on your desk,” she pleads. “I want you to think of me every time you’re in here.”
“Yes,” I say, my cock hardening. I want that too. I want her bent over, spread open, taking my cock so that I can think about it every single time I sit down for a conference call.
I want to fuck her here before Cas has a chance to fuck her onhisdesk.
I want…
Fuck.
Cas.
James.
Our foursome.
She reaches up and starts undoing my tie and I jerk back, sucking in air.
I stare down at her, then close my eyes with a groan. She’s so fucking hot and I want her so much and I’m half in love with her and she’s half-naked on my desk.
Goddammit.
I run a hand over my face. “Fuck, Caroline.”
