We shouldn’t have beendoing this. We absolutely, positively shouldnothave been makingout in my aunt’sparlor while my cousin was hosting a party on the other side of the door.Definitely not since I’d been introducing Gray as my bodyguard all night.
The Emersons weren’t exactly knownfor being the most traditional members of the upper class—we were fromSacramento, after all—but we probably still weren’t supposed to make out withpeople we’d personally hired to do a job.
Despite knowing all of that,I couldn’tquite bring myself to care right now. I was sitting in Gray’s lap, and hishands were on my ass, and I washappy.
Was it so wrong to want toenjoy the fantasy?
I surged forward, claimingGray’slips, pushing aside my doubts for the moment. I wanted this too much to denymyself when it was right there in front of me.
Gray’s broad, strong hands slidup under my jacket, splaying over my back. The warmth of them seeped throughthe thin fabric of my shirt, but I wished I could feel them against my bareskin instead.
I wanted Gray’s hands all overme, holding me close, pinning me down. Whatever he’d give me, I’d take it.
“You smell great,” Graymurmured, nuzzling his way along my neck after the kiss broke, pressing hisnose under my ear and letting his hands slide down again to pull me closer bythe hips. “All dressed up for me.”
Itwasfor him, and Icouldn’tbring myself to say otherwise. I’d needed to dress up for this party, but thewhole time I’d been doing it I couldn’t help thinking about whatGraywould think,what he’dlike, how he’d react.
This was so much better thanI’dimagined.
I gasped as he rocked his hipsagainst mine, the swell of his cock brushing against my own through the layersof fabric between us. He was just as turned on as I was, half-hard and juststarting to strain against his fly.
It was a shame we weren’t somewhere alittle more private. There was magic in this moment, and I knew in my gut thatthe spell could break anytime.
Warm pleasure curled deep inmy belly as Gray rocked his hips against mine. My teeth dug hard into my lowerlip, biting it nearly bloody as I fought not to moan and mewl my way throughthis. As I fought not tobeg.
He felt so goddamngood.Warm and solid, but not hard or sharp-edged.
My brain just about meltedout of my ears when he suddenly slid a hand between my legs, stroking my hard,needy cock through my pants. A desperate moan clawed its way up my throat,coming out as a choked-off gurgle that made Gray chuckle under me.
“Like that, huh?” he asked,stroking one finger deliberately along the line of my cock, making my breathhitch all over again.
My hand tightened around hisshoulder, fingers digging in deep as another shock of pleasure jolted throughme under Gray’stouch, the flat of his palm stroking up and down my length. I couldn’t havehelped rocking against him even if I wanted to, need and want welling up in thepit of my stomach.
Gray was going to make mecome in my pants like a teenager, and I was going tolethim.
Just as I was thinking that,he started working my fly open, so at least I wasn’t going to end up comingfully dressed. I went to reach down and return the favor, imagining franticmutual handjobs while the couch groaned and creaked under us, but he moved myhand away.
“Let me,” Gray murmured,meeting and holding my gaze with his deep, pretty blue eyes. How was I supposedto say no to that?
My eyes fell closed as heworked a hand into my underwear, breath hitching in my throat. His hands feltso damnedgood,big and warm and sure, and I’d have been a liar if Ipretended I hadn’t at least thought about this.
Getting Gray out of my mindwasn’thappening anytime soon, I realized. He was stuck there.
I hissed as he stroked methrough my underwear with the heel of his hand, grazing my balls with hisfingertips, notnearlyenough pressure to get off on.
“Comeon,” I pleaded,wanting more.
“You’re so perfect likethis,” Gray said, his free hand curling around the back of my neck and pullingme in. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, just barely nipping at it as hecontinued stroking my cock, leaving me leaking precome into my boxer-briefs.
So he was still about tomake me come like a teenager, just notasembarrassingly quick as I’d been afraid.
And he seemed to be really,really into it.
“Been thinking about thisall night,” Gray whispered against my neck, kissing his way down it, everytouch of his lips sending a hot wave of pleasure down into my gut. I whimpered,hips rocking against his hand, balls aching with the need for more.
I’d been thinking about it,too. I hadn’tstoppedthinking about him, or how badly I wanted him,since that first night. Much as I would have liked to.
“Fuck,” I gasped, ruttingagainst his hand now, happy to come in my underwear if it meant I got tocome, too wound up tocare anymore. We could sneak out while no one was looking. No one would everhave to know.
