“I’m going to take her up to our room. I think she’s just tired. She’s been working long hours these last few weeks to get aheadof her workload. Giving this wedding her full attention has been so important to her,” he drawls.
Kate gives me a side hug before nodding and taking her fiancé’s hand. “Alright. Let me know how you’re feeling in a few hours, Jill. I mean it.”
I manage a nod. Grayson promises that he’ll make sure she’s kept in the loop, and then we’re gone, escaping that godforsaken dinner with the scraps of my integrity in tow.
It’s not after we’ve stepped into the elevator and the doors have shut that I snap. My fake boyfriend hardly has a chance to press the correct button before I’m got his back slamming against the wall. His hands cup my hips, steadying me as I reach up and grab his face.
With an angry, flustered noise, I push up on my toes and kiss him,hard.
8
GRAYSON
My lipsache from the force of her kiss.
The pain doesn’t keep me from responding with equal force. It excites me more than it worries me. Her passion is rippling alongside mine as I hold her tight and bring her flush to my front. The thick, hard length of my cock pulses against the seam of my dress pants, and I make sure she can feel it against her stomach. It’s because of her that I’m in this state—half out of my mind with the roaring need to take her.
The silky fabric of her dress is thin, leaving nothing to the imagination as I let my hands explore her body. Dropping one behind her, I dig my teeth into her lip and smack her ass. She gasps but can’t pull away. I keep her lip pinned and repeat the motion before rubbing where I know my handprint marks her skin.
A beat later, she manages to pull her lip free and snaps, “What was that for?”
“You pulled us from the table before I got dessert.”
“Oh, my bad. Would you have preferred I came at the table in front of everyone?”
My grin is instant, edged with every carnal emotion I can’t seem to soften. “Is that a trick question?”
“I feel like I have no idea who you are,” she says, quieter this time. Her dark eyes ping between mine as she slowly drops her hand, letting it hover in front of my chest. “I wasn’t expecting you to be . . .”
“I’ve never had the chance to show you who I really am. Nor have you asked.”
She purses her lips. “Well, you’re my boss.”
As if that’s still an excuse.
“I’m far more than that,” I declare sharply.
Her eyes narrow at the corners. The low buzz in the elevator doesn’t disappear once the doors slide open. It follows us into the hallway. I’m certain it’ll be in the hotel room, too, playing in the background while I devour her. Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Beneath the dim, yellow lights in the hall, Jill faces me. Her fingers flex and tap at her thighs as she stares, every muscle in her body coiled tight. She’s not going to run, though. Not before she gets the chance to poke and prod at this connection that’s become so painfully obvious between us today.
I can see her thinking every potential action through that beautiful mind of hers. Does she give in or deny herself what we both know would be the best night of our lives?
Her dress shifts over her hips as she leans back onto one heeled foot and lets some of the tension in her arms melt away. It’s impossible to keep my vision focused when all I want is to drop to my knees and hitch those toned legs over my shoulders. Knowing she’s bare between her legs is ruining me. She was so warm, so soft . . . and so fucking wet.
Taking one long, steady step toward her, I murmur, “I can still smell you on my fingers, Jill. I’d be able to taste your pussy the moment I slid them into my mouth, and once I go there, wewon’t be turning back. The tease I got at the table wasn’t enough for me.”
Her mask wobbles. The composure she was trying to portray slips through her fingers like sand, leaving her completely exposed.
“Grayson . . .”
I don’t stop moving. With every forward step I take, she moves back. Her chest is rising and falling fast as she pulls her hair behind her shoulders. Our room is close, and when she steals a glance at the one we’ve just passed to take note of the number on the door, I know she’s well aware of that fact.
“Tell me not to follow you into our room, Jill. That’s the only way you stop this from happening.”
“Stop what, exactly? What is this?” she breathes out.
I close in on her now. She retreats against our door, and I keep her there, making no move to open it yet. I take her cheek in my hand and fill my other with her hair, tilting her head back. Her lips pop open, and I groan, my cock thickening.
