McKenna was right. I was really pushing Grayson to his limits lately, and a gossip storm at the office with everyone talking about how he was banging his assistant was for sure going to make him rethink our relationship.
Is that what we had?
He hadn’t actually officially asked me to be his girlfriend. Maybe it was just assumed because I was staying over?
Or maybe he was just tolerating me, and once I became more trouble than it was worth, he would ghost me.
“If you love someone, let them go,” I told myself. “Remember the Girl Scouts rule: leave the campsite better than you found it.”
If Grayson was going to come to the realization that I wasn’t actually the type of girl he wanted—and in the spirit of curtailing our lying, it was probably going to happen sooner rather than later—I at least needed to make sure that he was in a better place so that when he did find the perfect girl, he didn’t screw it up.
My role was to be like Mary Poppins and whip the family into shipshape before the wind changed, and that meant Grayson was going to have a relationship with his brothers, so help me Walt.
I was making a list of what I needed to do for the party when the front door to the penthouse opened and Grayson’s dress shoes echoed through the empty penthouse to the kitchen, where I was sitting on a stool, writing.
He didn’t say a word, just crossed the room and leaned in to kiss me, then deepened it.
“Trying to figure out how to convince me to buy new furniture?” A smile played around his mouth.
“Something like that,” I said, following him to the study and readying myself to make the big pitch. But Grayson didn’t seem all that interested in listening to me talk.
I opened my mouth, and he was there, kissing me, tongue sliding in my mouth,
He spread my legs apart, pushed my skirt up, and hooked his fingers on my panties, pulling them down. His fingers against my bare pussy felt so freaking good. I leaned back on my arms as he kissed me and teased me.
My shoes fell to the floor, and I nudged him with my bare toes as he shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie.
My hands slid down to his slacks. I unzipped the fly, pulling at his boxer briefs until his cock sprang out. I undid the pearly buttons on his dress shirt, just to run my hand over that lovely chest of his. His body was for me to enjoy.
He pulled a condom out of his pocket then unwrapped it and rolled it up his cock. His fingers stroked me roughly, and I spread my legs for him, urging him in. He speared himself into me, sudden and powerful.
I arched back with a loud moan.
My legs closed around him as he went all the way inside me, and I threw my arms around his neck. I had him in my grasp, and I was never going to let him go. I was so dripping wet for him that I could take it all from him, and that’s exactly what I wanted, him coming at me hard and fast, our bodies entwined, our tongues entwined.
Grayson had been treating me like a princess, but when it came to this, I wanted something far more adult. I wanted to be his queen. His consort. His lover.
Every stroke into me built the rising tide of lust for me, making me feel like I would drown in the pleasure. Every thrust built on the last. I wished this could be forever, but I also wished it couldn’t. Being pushed so close to climax was some delightful mix of torture and orgasm, and I was wracked with indecision as much as I was wracked with desire for him.
I cried louder and louder in time to his thrusts, until the wave crested, the overwhelming flood of pleasure and something more.
He wasn’t far behind. His grip on me tightened, and deep within I felt his cock shudder and as he pounded in me then came, his teeth in my neck.
He kissed the bite mark, then my nose, then my mouth.
“Grayson,” I said. My voice was sounding squeaky. Maybe it was a sign that deep down I knew this reunion was a bad idea.
It’s not. You’re doing a good deed, not just for Grayson but for his brothers too. Family shouldn’t be kept apart.
“Is something wrong, Lexi?” he asked me, his eyes searching mine.
“I think that you should reconnect with your brothers,” I blurted out.
Just rip that Band-Aid off, no bedside care, no nothing.
Grayson drew back from me, shaking his head.
“No. They don’t want to see me.” He paced around the study as he buttoned his clothes.
