Page 39 of Roaring Flames

His thumb presses down on my clit, and I finally get my wish.

I orgasm so suddenly and so intensely that I swear I black out. All I know is pleasure. My molecules are rearranged until I don’t recognize who I am anymore, except for his.

I feel safer than I ever have in Grayson’s arms.

There’s a lot we need to talk about, but now isn’t the time.

Snuggled in the embrace of the man I love, I allow all thoughts to cease, replaced by white-hot ecstasy.

Fourteen

IZZY

Grayson and I are unable to finish our conversation.

After falling asleep in his arms, I wake up to sunlight filtering through the window…and realize I’m late for school.

Grayson watches me with no small amount of amusement as I race around his apartment, attempting to make myself look presentable. I use his comb and toothbrush, and then I throw my leggings on from the day before. I don’t want to wear the same sweater, so I grab one of Grayson’s T-shirts from his dresser. It’s long on me, coming down to my knees, but the spark of masculine satisfaction and possession in Grayson’s eyes makes it worth it.

Grayson stops me just before I leave.

“Here,” he says gruffly, thrusting a to-go mug of coffee in my hands.

I fuckingmelt.

Grayson offers to drive me, and I’m just about to take him up on that offer when my phone pings with an incoming text.

Ansel

I figured you might need a ride, so I’m outside. Is that okay?

The message was sent about forty minutes ago.

Still, curiosity gets the best of me, and I move towards the window looking down onto the street below.

I spot Ansel’s car almost immediately, looking out of place amongst the rusty trucks and broken minivans. The man himself stares intently at his phone in the driver’s seat.

Ansel

Is everything okay? You haven’t been murdered, have you? Because I have to say, being an accomplice to murder wouldn’t look good on my school transcript.

A light, airy feeling rushes through me. For Ansel to not only pick me up but to remain here well after school already began…

My heart flutters.

“Who’s that?” Grayson growls from beside me, following the direction of my gaze.

Almost immediately, the butterflies inside of me drop dead.

I just slept with Grayson, yet there’s no denying my growing feelings for Ansel.

Does that make me a horrible person?

When I don’t immediately answer him, Grayson places his hands on my shoulders and gently spins me around to face him. His expression is unreadable.

“Izzy, I know you. Don’t lie to me and tell me he’s no one or just a friend.”

“Heisjust a friend,” I insist.

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