“You can.”
I leaned in and kissed him, tongue finding my way into his mouth. Hot and wet. This was what I needed to blot out the thoughts that were driving me mad. I moaned into this kiss as Gray’s thumb and finger pinched my nipple so hard that there was a spark of pain, but it was chased by pleasure that made me wetter.
One of his hands left my chest, sliding up to my throat and closing around it before pushing me back. Gray looked wild. The tendrils of his aura were spreading out around him and his eyes had been robbed of their unique colour.
“You’re not playing fair,” he said, eyes drinking me in.
“I learned from the best.”
“You can’t outdo the master, Quentin. I’ll leave you here.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Do you want to test that theory?”
I wanted to push him. Tell him he needed this just as much as I did, possibly more, but I knew Gray well enough to know thathe had an immense amount of restraint. At least when it came to teaching me a lesson.
“No,” I said. The sound of my skirt tearing sounded through the room. His aura was carefully undressing me while he continued to hold me at bay. He knew what he was doing. He knew I wouldn’t test him.
“Good girl.”
My underwear was gone, and I was left naked and wanting on his lap, but unable to achieve my goal.
Gray’s hand slipped from my breast, down my stomach, and between my thighs. His touch lit me up, and I tried to grind against his hand, but he pulled it away, bringing it to his mouth and sucking his fingers with a satisfied smirk.
“I hate you,” I muttered.
“I know you do.” He was completely unaffected. “But you know what you need to do to love me again.”
I swallowed my pride, too wanton to care anymore. “I’ll need your help. I’ll need to rely on you. I won’t be able to do it alone to start with.”
Gray raised an eyebrow. “That is what has been making you anxious?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I’ve never had to rely on my partner to help me with work. There’s nothing I haven’t been able to do, but I know that this will be too difficult on my own.”
“And you think I’ll take over?”
“Not anymore.”
“So… this is purely out of pride.”
My cheeks felt warm, and I avoided his probing gaze. Gray chuckled to himself quietly. He let go of my throat and undid his trousers, shifting so that he could set his erection free. I waited, looking at him, before Gray pulled me forward and kissed me with force.
My fingers were in his hair, pulling at it while I positioned myself, enjoying even the feel of him brushing against me. Gray helped to line himself against my entrance before I sank down slowly, taking him in inch by inch. The feeling was so all-consuming that I broke away from the kiss to groan. Gray’s mouth found the juncture between my neck and collarbone, and he sucked at the sensitive skin. His hands cupped my ass, squeezing the flesh. Once I was fully seated on his cock, I stopped, savouring how he filled me before leaning forward and using him to help me lift off again.
“Quentin,” he groaned. “Haven’t I always looked after you when you have needed me?”
This was not a conversation to have during sex. I could barely think straight, but I forced my brain to stay on track.
“This is more than just sex, Gray,” I panted.
“I’m not just on about sex. Everything. I’ve been there when I could.”
His hips rose to try and pick up the pace, and I was powerless to stop him. I needed him deeply and desperately.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” The answer was to both the pleasure and his question.
My nails were sinking into his shoulders as I arched my back and continued to ride him.
