Page 12 of Fractured

He finally stops staring at the numbers and glances at me instead. “Oh, yeah? I thought you were going to take advantage of me,” he responds in a teasing tone.

I give a noncommittal hum and shrug my shoulder. “Didn’t say when I was going to.” My finger teases along his collar until it’s stopped by the loosened tie and second button. Glancing up into his eyes, I flash my sweet smile. It pairs nicely with the teasing of my finger. Guys go nuts for the combo.

“So what are we watching tonight?” he asks, gazing into my eyes, focusing entirely on me.

“Kill Bill,” I answer bluntly. If I’m going to pay attention to a movie, it needs to be a good one.

“Oh, so savage. I love it,” he responds, eyes dancing with amusement. The elevator comes to a stop and he pulls me into the hall before pausing to unlock his door. Just as he pushes it open, Vander puts his arm out in front of us and barges his way through the opening. “What the fuck, man, you can’t just shove your way into my place. I get you are here to do your job, but you can do it from the hallway,” Grayson objects.

Vander turns and glares at the man who dared to stop him from completing his security measures. “I need to ensure the area is free of threats to Remington before she can enter.” His speech has returned to dull professionalism. Without waiting, he enters the home and proceeds to check each room to make sure there aren’t any surprises. I know he’s also checking for any recording devices. You can never be too careful in this day and age.

Most people don’t take kindly to having someone search their house, thinking the worst of them. That’s the way everyone gets about it, cagey and defensive. I’ve learned it’s best if they just use their imagination instead of watching him while he’s doing his job. I grab Grayson’s hand as he tries to follow Vander inside. “Grayson, this is his job. You’re acting like you don’t know what a bodyguard does; like you think he’s just being an ass. Trust me, he isn’t trying to cockblock you,” I tell him.

His gaze flashes to me with a burning ferocity. “I saw the way he looked at you, Remington. He doesn’t just see you as his ward, and I don’t understand how you don’t see it, how you are blind to his possessiveness.”

I scoff. “He’s just protective, Grayson. It’s nothing more.”

“The mere fact that you are so defensive about it tells me there’s more between you. Even if you deny it.” He steps closer to me, pulling my body flush to his front. “You’re going to be mine, and I don’t share,” he breathes in my face, lips brushing mine. His hands squeeze my hips and I read the incoming kiss in his eyes.

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“All clear,” Vander announces from right beside us, effectively pausing the kiss we were about to share.

Grayson raises an eyebrow and tilts his head. I don’t need to read minds to know what he’s saying right now. It’s clear as day. Oh, really? And what was that you were saying about not cockblocking?

“Thanks, Vander,” I murmur before he steps outside to guard the door. Grayson holds my gaze and nudges me through the doorway. We enter his house just enough to give room for the door to swing shut. He crowds me against the wall with his pelvis holding me in place before purposefully flipping the bottom lock first, then the deadbolt, a teasing challenge in his stare. My hands slide up his chest as he places one arm against the wall above my head. I grab the lapels of his suit jacket and pull him to me, closing the distance between us once more.

“Trying to prove a point, babe?” Grayson asks me, fingers pressing into the skin of my hips, possessiveness thrumming through the touch. It travels across my skin, causing my nipples to pebble. I love it when a man brings his alpha energy into the bedroom.

“No, Grayson. I’m just trying to get back to where we were before.” My hands travel over his shoulders and into his hair.

He leans into me and his lips brush mine as he says, “And where was that?”

The intensity in his gaze increases. I lick my lips, letting my tongue flick across his bottom lip as well. “The part of the night where I take advantage of you,” I tell him, just before moving to finally get the kiss I’ve been anticipating for the last several minutes.

Grayson had anticipated the move though, because he pulls his face away at the same time, and his hand threads through the hair at the nape of my neck. “Whoa there, killer,” he growls. “Do you really think I’d let you kiss me first? I wear the pants in this relationship.” He gives a wink to offset his chauvinistic comment and pulls my head back. The prickles to the base of my skull only ignites my hunger for him, along with the unknowing truth to his nickname.

The hand holding himself steady on my hip moves to the base of my spine and travels up, underneath my shirt. Tingles follow the path of his hand as he pins my breasts against his chest. His breath feathers over my mouth as I give a needy moan. My libido has reached an all-time high and he’s teasing me in the worst way possible.

He’s effectively taken control of the situation, and I’m here for it. I may enjoy having control in all aspects of my life, but it’s freeing being able to give it up during sex. His lips land on mine, and there isn’t a slow build up to our all-consuming kiss. Oh, no. It’s ravenous. An uncontrollable hunger rushes through my veins as he tilts my head just right, tongue sweeping into my mouth.

Our teeth clash and he bites my bottom lip, sending a zing straight to my clit. I wrap my leg around his hip and he’s quick to release his hold on me so he can pick me up. As soon as I’m wrapped around him, he moves us with a quick pivot and slams me up against the door. He grabs my wrists from behind his neck and slaps them to the door above my head. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I moan out in surprise.

“Fuck.” The word can barely be heard through the door, and I get the distinct impression Grayson moved us against the door on purpose. Just another moment of wanting to mark his claim and prove my guard can’t have me.

His searing lips claim mine again and a battle ensues. It’s bruising, full of teeth and dominance. His hips start to roll and I see stars when his hard cock grinds into my clit. For two blissful minutes, he dominates my body, dragging pleasure-filled moans from me with the most basic of maneuvers. I briefly wonder if I’ve ever encountered anyone who was able to read my body or command it quite as well as he can…

Then, as if the shroud of his acting falls away, he suddenly shifts into another person. As if the more he loses himself in me, the more he returns to his true self. It’s subtle at first. His hands no longer hold my wrists in a firm grip, his arms almost go limp on me like a wet noodle. Our kissing changes next. Suddenly, my mouth is filled with his saliva and his tongue flops around like a dead fish.

The sensation is completely disarming, especially after he just had my blood singing his praises. I break off the kiss, but he doesn’t realize it’s in disgust. His mouth travels along my jaw and down my neck to where it meets my shoulder, where he latches on like a leech, sucking on my skin like his life depends on it.

Fucking hell. And to think things started off so well.

My body battles with me, torn in two. I just want a few orgasms. What does a girl have to do around here to get a man to fuck her properly? Actually, no. I need some orgasms.

I wipe the slug trail of spit on my jaw and dry my lips before reaching for the button on his pants. Disappointment in the fact he just let my arm go when I moved it pulses in the back of my mind, trying to douse my lust. “Yeah, I know you want that cock, cupcake. Got to take you to the bedroom for that,” Grayson murmurs, finally detaching from my neck. He left behind so much spit that it begins to travel in a line down my chest.

Within moments, I’m being dropped on a bed and Grayson is closing the blinds over his window and turning off the overhead light. Is he for real? He couldn’t be turning me off more if he was actually trying. I make a mental note to tell him to never call me cupcake again. Fucking pussy-ass nickname. Made my cunt dry up like a shriveled raisin.

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