“Pleasure meetin’ you both,” Greystone said.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Simone asked.
“I gotta bolt.”
In the parking lot, he glanced around—more out of habit than reason—and strode toward his vehicle, the April evening temps cooling his heated skin.
He thought it would be easy to acclimate back into society. Easy to chat, easy to chill. But it was hard as hell. He’d spent the majority of his life looking over his shoulder. He’d learned to say very little because every damn word could be used against him. He was so used to being alone, being with others felt foreign.
But… he'd been brought back for something to do with Dakota Luck. After digging around for anything on Luck—and coming up with a real estate company—he knew it had to be big. He had no idea how he was going to adapt to his new assignment, but like everything else in life… he’d figure it out. Greystone knew one thing about himself. He’d get the job done.
No matter what.
CAROLINE
Caroline rodeher kink partner hard and fast, but her thoughts were laser-focused on someone who wasn’t even in the room. Just thinking about Grey’s piercing ocean-blue eyes, his long sun-kissed blond hair, and his ripped body sent her over the edge, the orgasm pounding through her.
But when she opened her eyes, a completely different man lay beneath her, and her perfect fantasy vanished… just like the man himself.
Her boy toy hadn’t climaxed. While she should care, she kinda didn’t. Stan had the opposite problem of her former lovers. Most of them came too fast, but this one took forever.She wouldn’t have minded if he’d been her boyfriend, but he was some rando she’d hooked up with one other time at Lost Souls, the private cosplay club owned by her friend Addison Skye Hawk and husband Nicholas Hawk.
Tonight, Caroline and her boy toy had dressed as a prince and princess, but even the role playing hadn’t been enough. The sexy red-lit room hadn’t worked for her either. Neither had the shot of bourbon Stan had tossed back before they’d gone upstairs to a private room.
To be fair, they hadn’t done much kissing, she hadn’t gotten naked either. This wasn’t lovemaking. This was kinky sex for the release. He’d been on board, but like the first time, he’d failed to launch.
“Prince,” she said as she continued riding him, “give it to me, baby.”
“You’re so hot,” he said, his beady eyes locked on hers, “but I’m not gonna come.”
She pulled off him, making sure his condom stayed on. Even though she was on the Pill and he’d gloved up, she was being super careful.
After getting off the futon, she lowered her princess costume, made sure her crown was still clipped in place, and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m so close,” he said. “Can I get a hand job?”
Not wanting to leave him hanging, she lubed up and took care of him. Then, she retreated into the bathroom, washed up, and returned to find him wailing on his flaccid shaft.
What the?—
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“I want to come again. I was thinking we could go for round two.”
In disbelief, she stared down at him. “Stan, this isn’t working out.”
He shot straight up, his hand still glued to his soft shaft. “No, no, it’s not you. It’s me. I’m into you. I mean, you’re a total hottie. A babe. You’re babe-a-licious.”
She winced. “Yeah, so I’m gonna take off. We’ve got the room for a while, so you can use it with someone else, if you want.”
“Please, don’t go. Maybe if we bring someone into the bed with us, you know, like another woman or even a guy.”
Hell, no.
“I’m out.”
After shutting the door behind her, Caroline shuddered, then hurried down the hall toward the stairs. She hadn’t been looking for anything beyond a late-night romp, but even that had been lacking. And she’d spent the last twenty minutes fantasizing about someone else.
“That’s never a good thing,” she said as she returned to the first floor, the soulful music strumming through her. She spied Addison working the bar alone, so she hurried behind the counter.
