Page 103 of Captive Lies

“I’ll never shut you out again,” Grant promised. “Especially since the make-up sex is so good.” His hand slipped inside her robe and stroked herbreast.

“Be serious,Grant.”

“I am, baby,” he said. “I’ve made huge mistakes in our relationship that caused you so much pain, both physically andmentally—”

“Never blame yourself for what Orlovdid.”

“It’s not about the blame, Angel,” he said quietly. “It’s about learning from that experience and making sure it doesn’t happen again. I was afraid to hurt you with words and yet it was my silence that almost caused me to lose you. This past month, when you were busy finding yourself, fixing yourself, I was doing the same thing,” he said. “I was unworthy of you.” Blaire opened her mouth to protest but Grant put a finger on her lips. “Let me get this out.” When she nodded, he continued, “I’m too selfish to let you go. Val nearly dying fucked me up, but I shouldn’t let it define how I dealt with my anger. I’m a grown-ass man. No excuse not to control my temper or the words coming from my mouth around the people I love. Last night, I realized I haven’t had the instinct to shut down in awhile—”

“A halfday.”

“What?” His brows drewtogether.

“When you get angry you have half a day to process your anger, but that’s all I’m giving you,” Blaire declared. “We talk about the issue no matter how much we want to strangle eachother.”

He smirked. “Somehow my desire to wring your pretty neck always ends up with me wanting to fuckyou.”

“That’s a problem?” A delicate eyebrowrose.

“That sassy mouth,” Grant lowered his head, murmuring against her lips. “Needs to be wrapped around mycock.”

She pushed away from his chest to stare up at him. “Agreed?”

“Half a day it is, Angel.” He wouldn’t need that time. Like he said earlier, Grant had learned his lesson. “Can I ask yousomething?”

She cast him a warylook.

“I know December was pushing it, but something was bugging me about your aversion to thatdate.”

Blaire muttered under her breath. Something about taking “communication toofar.”

Grant chuckled. “It goes both ways,baby.”

“It’s just that I’m still in therapy,” she mumbled. “I’m afraid the stress of preparing for a wedding might set me back. And I really, really want to be perfect foryou.”

Something tugged at the muscles of his chest. “Oh, Blaire, you’re nothing but perfect for me,” he whispered. “But I understand,” he added. “I’ll defer to you to set the wedding date, but I’m not waiting longer thanMay.”

She nodded, but was staring at his chest, tracing the lines of the design on his shirt. Her feather-light touch was a direct stimulant to hisgroin.

“Anything else?” he cleared histhroat.

Blaire glanced at him from beneath her lashes. “Maybe you can come with me to my last sessions with Dr.Jones?”

“Name the time. I’ll be there,” Grant replied without hesitation. He’d been wanting in on some of her therapy appointments, but she hadn’t been ready. He was pleased she’d initiated the idea from herend.

“Thankyou.”

“Blaire?”

“Hmm?”

“I need to fuckyou.”

Without waiting for her response, he leaned forward and grasped the back of her legs, lifting her and moving forward to where the counter was clear. He set her on top and wedged himself between herthighs.

“Grant …” Blaire whispered, her hazel eyes heavy-lidded. Oh yeah, she was ready forhim.

“Sexy as fuck,” he purred. He freed his cock, moved her sleeping shorts to the side and thrust up into her. Mouth, tongue, hands, and cock, he was all over her. He made her come quickly, and not long after, he poured his release intoher.

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