“I’ll build a fucking universe for you, Jasmine.” When I scrape my nails over his scalp, he grunts and laughs. “With you, baby girl. A whole universe with you.”
“Do you get the feeling,” I say, feeling choked up, running my fingers through his hair, “that we are made for each other, Mr. Grayson? That the universe did an amazing job putting us in each other’s path?”
“All the time. Every fucking minute that I look at you, little bird.”
“Yes, I will marry you and be your wife and your baby mama and your best cum slut,” I say thrusting my hand out to him.
His smile is full of wonder and love and a whole lot of masculine satisfaction. The ring slides on perfectly and heshoots to his feet as I stare at it like a lovesick fool. Only for a few seconds though because his mouth captures mine.
“I can’t wait,” he says lifting me to the dining table and nipping my lower lip, “to see these firm tits swell up with milk. I can’t wait to breed you, little bird. You know that’s the first image that told me how much of a goner I was for you?”
I cling to his lips and chase them when he pulls back. The filthy idea he just planted in my head makes me rub my chest against him like a cat in heat. “Tell me more, please.”
His tongue sweeps through my mouth, tangling with the tip of mine. While his hands knead my hips and pull me to the edge of the table. And then he dry-humps into me, the thick weight of his cock notching up right against my pussy.
I throw my head back and moan. “Please, Daddy. Can I have more? Can I have you inside me? Here, in the kitchen? So that—”
“Only if you use that voice you do for the erotic books and only if you call me Mr. Gray.”
Shock floods me. I try to jerk out of his hold, but he doesn’t let me. “How do you know?” I finally say.
“Your phone automatically connected to the car outside the hotel on Whidbey,” he says, his gaze devouring my face. “It was all I needed.”
My words come out as a croak. “All you needed?”
“To know that you wanted me too,” he says, his chest falling.
I cover my face with my hands. “Me begging you to touch me, to take me, to make me come wasn’t enough?” I joke but there’s also a bit of embarrassment in my tone.
He laughs and tugs my hands away from my face. But his silver-grey eyes are serious as they hold mine. “It wasn’t about you, baby girl. I already had your taste on my fingers, in my bloodstream. If I took my time to get around to noticing you, to acknowledging this between us, it’s because of my own hangups.”
His gruff admission undoes me a little more. Leaning in, I clasp his face and press a kiss to his throat. “You’re the most wonderful, charming, kind, sexy man I’ve ever met.”
“I’ve been stuckin my own lonely world for so long that I couldn’t believe that this girl that walks through my house, that looks after my daughter, that makes my life rich is for me. That you’re the kind of love I gave up on for myself a long time ago.” His thumb traces my cheeks. “I would hate for you to think my slight hesitation before I tapped this pussy was because of who you are, Jasmine.”
“Thank you for telling me that.” I kiss the corner of his mouth, then the other, then the tip of his beak-like nose, then his cheeks, then his eyelids and then make my way back to his mouth. “I adore you, Mr. Grayson. I’ve been in love with you for so long that I don’t know myself without it. There’s no version of Jasmine Khan that doesn’t love Nathaniel Grayson.”
His eyes mist up as he catches my lips. “Jasmine Grayson now, as soon as I can make it happen,” he vows. And his kiss... spins me out into stars again. It’s not gentle or sweet this time. It’s dominating, breath-stealing, knee-buckling. Good thing he already plopped me onto the table.
One hand circles my nape while one sinks into my hair, tugging my head up as he lays open-mouthed kisses against my neck and my racing pulse. “Now, about this audio narration gig...”
I bite my lower lip then release it. “What do you want to know?”
“Do you write the stories too? The ones I heard in the car felt pretty... personalized.”
Heat crests my cheeks, but I don’t have to shy away my gaze or feel embarrassed. Not when the man I adore with my everybreath is tugging my shorts down my hips. “I’m not as good at writing them as I’m at narrating them.” My bare ass meets the cold grain of the wood.
He stills mid-nod, looks down and groans. “Fuck, baby girl, you came guns blazing into this fight, huh?” He delves between my folds, and his finger comes away sticky with wetness.
I shrug and then shamelessly spread my thighs. “I know how much Daddy likes it when I fight for him. And the ones you heard in the car, I wrote them and narrated just for myself. With Mr. Gray starring in all of them.”
He licks his finger, lapping at my wetness and I let out a scandalous sounding moan. His grin as he pushes his sweatpants down is pure devilish satisfaction. The thick, hard length of his cock bobs up and I can barely breathe. “He sounded familiar to me.”
“Is Daddy jealous of Mr. Gray?” I say, licking my lips.
Nathan’s laughter is as arousing as the tap he gives me with the broad head. “Maybe. Maybe Daddy wants to train his baby girl to be like Mr. Gray’s assistant slash housekeeper?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, moaning. But this time the moan is raw and real as Nathan takes that moment to fully thrust into me.
