Page 41 of Grayson

“With Tori it’s?—”

“Not impossible,” he interrupts. “You can’t make excuses because that dream should happen.”

Grayson turns his body to face mine, ensuring that our faces are only inches apart. “She thinks that she ruined your dream.”

“What?”

“Tori, that kid, she is something. She knows what you gave up when you took her in.”

“She didn’t ruin my dreams, it was just rerouted a little bit. She’s not responsible for the choices I made. No one forced me to leave school.

Those were my choices.”

“I know that babe, you don’t have to convince me.”

We both grow quiet, my mind lost in my thoughts.

“Do you like where you’re working now?”

“I do.” It might not be perfect but I’ve grown fond of all the ladies there.

“But is it a place you see yourself still working in the next, say ten years?” I consider his question. “Or do you want more?”

If working at the salon provided a roof over our heads and gave me the opportunity to help put Tori through school, then I’d do it. Then it hit me, I was sacrificing my wishes and dreams. But how could I not?

“I want more,” I confess. “Tori shouldn’t see me give up a dream so easily.”

“She shouldn’t,” he agrees and I arch my neck looking up at him. Gray smiles before moving close enough that he can press a kiss to my lips.

Falling in love with him probably isn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done. But the more time I spend with him the less I have control of it. I’m quickly falling into a comfortable that should terrify me, because if it’s taken, I know I’ll miss it.

“Whatever you need from here, you got it,” he assures me as he slowly crawls over me to settle his hips between my thighs. Kissing along my jaw I arch my neck giving him full access.

“This is good,” I reply and feel him smile against my cheek.

“Very good,” he corrects, “so good, that nothing else compares. So good that it’s all I can think of.” With a shift of his hips his point is emphasized and all other thoughts are lost.

His kisses move lower and lower, over my chest, flicking my nipple with his tongue along the way.

Dragging his tongue over my stomach, he hooks the waist of my shorts and drags them down my thighs. All I can do is watch, knowing what’s to come. When he looks up to find me staring the corner of his mouth tips upward in a smile and I know he can read my thoughts. I might as well be screaming yes please at the top of my lungs.

Repositioning himself he moves in closer, and I can feel his hot breath over my thigh. I look up to the ceiling, biting my lower just as the tip of his tongue makes contact. I try not to buck my hips, fisting the sheets to maintain control.

Seeing my struggle he decides to make things even more difficult and sucks, nibbling, while pushing a finger inside of me. That’s my breaking point. My hips lift, a moan falls from lips, and he chuckles, knowing he’s won.

He always wins!

“Hey.” I pull back from the kiss, placing distance between Gray and I as Tori emerges from the hallway. My voice is shaky considering I was only seconds away from climbing him like a tree and begging him to take me right on the kitchen counter.

“Gray stopped by with breakfast.” I point to the donuts on the counter. Donuts he actually snuck out to grab this morning so that he could come right back and pretend it was all a surprise.

“Did he have them waiting at his apartment so he could jump over there and grab them then pretend he went to Dunkin’?” Tori walks over to the box and lifts the lid. “Oh, jelly filled, yum.”

I gawk at her, seeing her lift the iced long John to her lips and take a generous bite.

“Wah,” she mumbles around a mouth full.

“He did go to Dunkin’,” I assure her and when she arches a brow and laughs it feels like my stomach drops.

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