Page 153 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I fell off the cliff of ecstasy. My pussy contracted around his length as the first hot splashes of his cum filled me to bursting.

Slowly he pulled me into him and turned me around. He pressed his forehead into mine and we stood there in our disheveled clothes and my kiss-swollen lips just breathing each other in.

“Grayson,” I started, pulling back to gaze into his eyes. He was several inches taller than me so I had to tilt my head back even in heels. Which lined me up perfectly for the kiss he placed on the edges of my lips.

“I meant every word I said, precious.”

I swore every day he came up with a new pet name for me.

“Good. Because my family is having a gathering for the 4th of July. Something my father does every year. I want you to come.”

He chuckled in the humorless kind of way that said, yeah right.

He started to fix my skirt and smooth down the side of my blouse when a knock came at the door a millisecond before it swung open.

“Sloan, you in here?”

We both pivoted toward the intruder.

“What the hell?” Cold chills erupted over my skin.

My father blinked in confusion then slow realization hardened his cold steel eyes into ice daggers. They stabbed into me standing in Grayson’s arms, and I felt like hell just froze over.

“What the hell is going on here?” he bellowed, red-faced.

His gaze darted between us, taking in my mussed hair and Grayson’s untucked shirt and loosened tie.

Thank God I at least looked decent and didn’t have my skirt around my waist anymore. Small miracles and good timing went a long way. I groaned and nearly faceplanted into Grayson’s chest.

Instead, I leveled my chin high. “Dad.”

“You!” A finger pointed in my direction. “You can wait outside while I have a word with this man.” He had a murderous look on his face and I knew going against his command would bring the wrath of all the gods onto my head.

Steel slipped into my backbone. From the day I learned to walk and understand words this man always made me fear his wrath. He never struck me, but words were always just as powerful.

“No,” I lashed out. “I won’t be going anywhere.”

“You lied to me, girl.”

“When?” Till this day I had never challenged my father's word.

“You’ve betrayed this family with this ...this man.”

I stepped from Grayson’s arms and edged around the desk to my father’s side. I slipped my hand into his. “I never lied, and the problems you two have are your own. Not mine. Just because you and he have issues doesn’t mean I have to let them control who I associate myself with or work for.”

“Disgraceful is what this is,” he hissed, but I noticed he didn’t jerk his hand from mine.

“Dad,” I pleaded and waited for him to look at me. When he finally did, I had one more word for him. “Please.”

“What will your mother say?”

I shrugged. “That I’m a grown woman and what I’m doing is for me.”

“This doesn’t change the fact I don’t want him anywhere near you.” His eyes darted to Grayson, who had fixed his tie and was now slipping on his suit jacket.

“But what about what I want?”

He didn’t answer me. I looked on as my father turned and stormed off, anger in his eyes and hurt buckling his shoulders.

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