Page 66 of Filthy Rich Bosses

"Come here," I growl, pulling Tessa to her feet.

Her legs are shaky, her eyes wild with desire. I sit on the couch, guiding her toward me. She straddles my lap, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. I can feel the heat radiating from her core as she hovers over me.

"Grayson," she whispers, a question in her voice.

"I want you, Tessa. All of you."

She nods, lowering herself slowly. I can feel the tip of my cock brush against her wetness. My breath catches in anticipation.

And then—

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

We freeze. My heart pounds as I turn toward the voice, dreading what I'll see.

Chapter 30

Tessa

Grayson’s lap feels like the safest place in the world right now, even with the chaos swirling around us. The soft brush of fabric against my skin startles me for a moment before I realize Chase is draping a throw blanket around my shoulders.

His fingers brush my arm as he leans back, but his steady presence stays in my peripheral vision.

"Thanks," I murmur, pulling the blanket tighter. The living room suddenly feels chilly, or maybe it's the tension crackling in the air.

Chase winks at me. "Can't have our girl catching a cold, can we?"

His playful tone doesn't quite mask the concern in his eyes as he glances toward the doorway.

Juniper stands in the doorway, her usual perfect composure crumbling under the weight of her fury. Her lips curl like she’s just swallowed something bitter, but it’s not her that holds my attention.

The woman next to her snags it. She’s perfectly put together, with sharp features twisted in an expression of disgust that rivals Juniper’s. Something about her prickles at the back of my brain—like I should know her—but I can’t place her.

Grayson shifts beneath me, trying to stand, only to pause when he realizes I’m still there. His hands steady me instinctively, and when our eyes meet, my chest squeezes. There’s something in his gaze—so open, so affectionate—that it should scare me. But it doesn’t.

“You okay?” he murmurs, low enough that only I can hear.

I nod, swallowing hard, but whatever is building between us breaks when the unfamiliar woman takes a step forward and snaps, “How could you let this happen, Cole?”

Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard, shrill and unrelenting. My head whips toward Cole, whose face is an unreadable mask, but his grip on the back of the couch betrays the tension rolling off him.

“Get out, Morgan. Right now,” he says, his voice low and lethal, though his calm only seems to stoke her anger.

Morgan. The name hits me like a bucket of cold water. Oh, God. Cole’s psycho ex. It clicks just as she storms further into the room, hands gesturing wildly, her voice escalating.

“You’re not even going to listen to me? After everything?!”

Her words blur into the background noise of my pulse pounding in my ears. Before I can react, a blur of black and tan fur shoots into the room.

Zeus.

He skids to a stop in front of Morgan, a low, menacing growl vibrating in his chest. His teeth are bared, hackles raised, every inch the terrifying protector he’s trained to be.

Morgan freezes, her face a mask of fury and fear.

Grayson shifts beneath me, and I’m now perched on his lap like some oversized kid. His hands move to my waist, and for amoment, I think he's going to push me away. Instead, his blue eyes lock onto mine, filled with a warmth that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Tessa," he murmurs, his voice low and gentle. "I need to stand up. Are you okay?"

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