I scoffed, swinging my hips once from side to side in a slow figure-eight. He seemed to enjoy that, eyes fixed on the motion. “100-million dollars will do that to a woman.”
“Are you stalkingmenow? I could get used to this.” His head tilted, exposing more of his tanned cheek to the light.
“You should. I’m not the type to back down from a challenge.”
He nodded. “Good. I wouldn’t want you to.”
My eyes rolled, and I had a hard time hiding the smirk. I’d always dated the wrong men, so when I took a chance on Grayson, it spooked me how right he was. He was gentle, but dominant, in tune with my desire and responded to every sound.
I was far too comfortable having to tell men what I wanted—never fully satisfied unless I drew them a map to my vagina. Grayson didn’t need a map. He had built-in GPS, with a Wi-Fi setting pointing to Betty’s channel ofO’s.
One foot in front of the other, I gestured to Nash one last time to stay out of this. His big-brother spider senses were palpable, and it was irritating. I could handle Grayson just fine.
My hands fell to my sides, the handle of the taser brushing against my thigh. I sauntered right up to Grayson and stopped, unafraid. He uncrossed his arms, hands clenched at his sides. I could tell he wanted to reach out and touch me, but stopped himself. Tilting my chin up to face him eye to eye, I arched my back and let my breasts brush against his pecks.
A breath hissed through his teeth at the contact, snarling.Actually,snarling.
With my taser-free hand, I reached up and pinched the bill of his hat before tilting it back and off his head. His dark eyes were already on mine once the dim light revealed them. He had thick, dark Italian eyelashes and brows, and his skin was a beautiful warm olive, tanned by the sun. He smelled of sea salt and tobacco.
The hat dropped to the floor with a hollow thud, and I let my red nails trail down his rough cheek. His jaw clenched, barely contained desire crossing his face. He wanted me, and he wasn’t being coy about it. My knees wobbled at the sight before I recovered.
Arching onto my toes, I came eye to eye with him. We were close enough that his breath fell across my lips, warm and steady. His attention fell, and I leaned as close as I could without letting our lips touch.
Neither of us blinked.
“Can I have the art back?” I whispered, letting my tongue trail across his upper lip. “Pretty please?”
I could feel his mouth curl into a smirk. “You can have anything you’d like, especially if you remember to sayplease.”
His eyes were hooded and glazed as I tilted my head. My nose brushed against his. He snapped, stepping forward and latching his lips to mine, nibbling before diving deep into my mouth. His thigh fit between my legs, and I couldn’t help but lean my core into it. Our bodies aligned, and his arousal was apparent. Despite his aggressive mouth and thigh, his hands remained at his sides, not daring to grab me.
I could smell him even more now, could taste him as he drew my bottom lip into his mouth.
I pulled back. He eagerly followed. A smirk was the only warning I offered before I plunged the taser into his side.
He buckled with a grunt, releasing his kiss. It followed with a pained chuckle as he sank to the floor. Despite his shock, there was a hint of pleasure in his reaction.
A flash of arm was my only warning as Nash stepped in front of me, landing a fisted blow across Grayson’s face. His head snapped to the side with a crunch of bone.
“Nash!” I yelled, annoyed. Grayson slumped to the ground, and I glared at my big brother. “You didn’t have to do that. I had it under control.” As much as Grayson annoyed me, I didn’t want to see him bleed.
Nash was huffing with anger, massaging his knuckles as he circled Grayson. “Yes, I did.”
Drawing in a long stream of air and closing my eyes for strength, I felt Sybil arrive at my side. Her slight frame shook with barely contained laughter. She had her sleeve-covered hand over her mouth to hide her glee.
Seeing her like that made me smile despite the violence. I was relieved it didn’t scare her. Seeing my best friend this happy felt good, even if it was at Grayson’s expense.
Especiallyat Grayson’s expense.
Nash dropped his duffel bag, pulling out zip ties. He dragged Grayson to a pole and let him slump against it. His beautiful Italian eyes were on mine again, a vindictive and amused smile that dripped with blood in one corner.
What a shitwhistle—albeit an adorable one.
The zip of the ties filled the room with sound as Nash secured Grayson’s hands around the pole behind his back. Ilooked down at Nash’s bag of tricks, seeing a roll of duct tape. Swiping it up, I sauntered over to Grayson on the floor before kneeling over his lap to straddle him. I let the roll of duct tape hang around my wrist like a bracelet as I placed my hands on the pole above his head and leaned in close.
“Tag,you’re it,”I whispered in his ear, sucking his earlobe as his chest rumbled with another deep purr.
He bucked up into my core once. I leaned back, spreading my knees and pressing myself down onto the bulge beneath the zipper of his jeans.
