Page 45 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

The way his hips were pumping furiously against another woman—-

This was not the Grant she knew.

Grant.

Minutes trickled down.

Oh God, how long could this last?

They didn’t stopfucking.She couldn’t stopwatching.

Grant.

WHEN A KNOCK SOUNDEDon her bedroom door, Fawn continued folding her clothes as she called out, “Come in. It’s not locked.”

So many things to pack, she thought worriedly, and she only had a few days left before summer camp.

When she heard the door open a moment later, she asked, “What is it, Mom?”

“It’s me.”

Recognizing the voice, she whirled around in shock, and it was indeed Grant.

He was leaning against the doorway, looking exquisitely handsome in his usual collared shirt and pants. Most teenage boys wouldn’t even know what to do with a collar but Grant – it was like he had been born to impress, and for as long as she could remember, he had always seemed more mature than his age.

It was, she thought helplessly, one of the things she loved most about him.

“So...” He grinned at her. “Can I come in?”

“Of c-course.” As he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, she realized too late that there wasn’t actually any place in her room that he could sit. Her clothes and books were scattered everywhere, taking up every inch of space.

When she looked up, Grant’s gray eyes were twinkling in amusement. “No need to panic, Fawn. I actually came here just to tell you something.”

She frowned. “What is it?”

His grin widened. “You mean that, don’t you? You really have no clue.”

She bit her lip as she racked her brains for something that could have required him to come to her room. When she came up empty, she slowly shook her head. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I just can’t think of anything—-” As she spoke, Grant had started walking towards her, causing her voice to trail off nervously.

Clearing her throat, she tried to start again, saying, “If there’s something you need—-”

Grant was standing in front of her now. “There is.”

Fawn gulped. “W-what is it?”

“This.”

And then he was cupping her face, and as she gasped, his mouth had covered hers.

Her first kiss.

Grant’s tongue slipped inside her mouth.

Make that her first French kiss as well.

Fawn found herself clutching at Grant’s shirt as the kiss deepened.

When he lifted his head, all she could do was gaze up at him, unable to understand what just happened.

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