Page 44 of Swim To Me

“These are really good, Delilah,” Grey says into his coffee, watching me over the rim.

“Thank you.” I pause, the heat on my face rising. I’m consciously aware of my lack of makeup, unbrushed hair and comfy clothes. “Stop staring at me like that.”

From across the breakfast bar, I can see the corners of his lips twitch in amusement. “Like what?”

“Like–like…” My tongue darts out to wet my own lips, dislodging a toasted bagel crumb I find. “Like you’ve seen every inch of me.”

Grey lips break out into boyish grin. “That’s probably because Ihaveseen every inch of you.”

I send him my best glare, the one which usually has assistants running in the opposite direction in the office, but Grey simply laughs louder.

Not exactly the reaction I was going for. Although, something does fizzle in my ribcage at the knowledge he’s obviously not intimated by me.

I sip at my coffee, the noise loud in the otherwise silent room, peering behind Grey at the large floor to ceiling windows in my apartment. A heavy, never-ending cloud hides the sun, bringing with it rain which is gently splattering my windowpanes.

“Are you reading any more porn for work today?”

My eyes swing back to Grey, watching him bite down on a strip of crispy bacon and chew. “We call it smut.”

“Smut? Huh. So, reading any?”

“I don’t know. I would have to check my planner, but I usually try and take Sundays off, so…”

“So…”

“I guess I might pick up a smut book not for work, one I don’t have to edit, you know? One for mypleasure.”

My voice tightens, dipping slightly, the innuendo dripping from my tongue without much second thought.

Grey’s pupils blow wide.

On the rungs of my stool, my toes curl, a stab of desire coursing through my core.

“Maybe you should lend me one. So, I can see what all the fuss is about, learn a thing or two.”

“You don’t need to learn anything,” I mutter under my breath, my nipples growing obnoxiously tight beneath my crop top.

“Hm? What was that?”

Grey’s eyes dip down to my breasts, no doubt noticing the outline of my nipples seeing as I forwent a bra this morning.

Straightening my back, I lean forward a tad, unable to stop myself from preening under his gaze. It makes me feel good, to be wanted, so I allow myself a minute to lean into the feeling. Surely, a small moment of indulgence won’t hurt anybody.

“So, which smut book are you going to loan out to me?”

“None.”

Grey drags his line of sight back to my face. He raises a single eyebrow. “None?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

A pang of jealousy vibrates through me. “Because why would I want to give you sex tips, just so you can go and use them on another woman?”

I'm not going to tell Grey that he doesn’t need sex tips in the first place, it’ll just inflate his ego even further. He already had my legs shaking and my mind turning to mush. Anything else and he’d be fucking dangerous.

“I could just use them on you.”

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