Page 13 of Morally Grey

Grey turns to face me. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” I pull the blanket tighter around me.

“You don’t seem fine. I was almost asleep, but you keep getting jumpy every time it thunders.”

“No I don’t.”

His arm shoots out and goes over my midsection. I try to pull away as he tugs me closer to him.

“Stop fighting me, Briar. Just relax.”

So I do. I stop fighting and allow him to pull me against him. His breath falls on my neck, hot and heavy.

“Can you feel my heart beating against your back?”

I close my eyes and focus on the point where our skin connects, which makes me aware of the fact that he’s not wearing a shirt and I’ve traded my bulky sleep shirt for a thin cami. Our skin connects in other places as well. Places that make me a little too warm.

But then...I feel it. A gentlethump, thump, thumpflutters against my spine, like a bird flapping its wings. His hand presses against my chest, and I realize he’s doing the same thing. He’s feeling my beating heart.

“Breathe with me, now,” he whispers. “Feel my breath and match it.”

His chest expands against my back, and I breathe in. When his chest recedes, I exhale.

“Just like that.” His gravelly whisper reaches through the darkness and caresses me.

As his palm splays over my chest, his fingertips brush against my left nipple. It wasn’t intentional, but that touch sends a shiver up my spine. Goosebumps rise on my skin, and my nipples harden to tight points. I’m sure he feels them because parts of him harden behind me.

I pretend to readjust. In reality, I want to push my ass against his girth and be sure I feel what I think I feel. Something thick and hard presses against me, and a moan sneaks out of my throat.

Embarrassment warms my cheeks, but that feeling fades when he presses on my shoulder until I’m on my back. He hoversabove me, as much as the metal collar and its chain will allow, then lowers his face until his lips brush mine in a chaste kiss.

When the lightning flashes and thunder rumbles, I don’t jump. I’m too scared this moment will end if I do more than lie here and wait to see what he does next. We stand at a precipice. He’s about to jump or back away, and I don’t want to influence either reaction. If he wants me, I want him to take me.

But then I have my answer when his hand snakes up my shirt and finds my breast. He squeezes the flesh in his hand and deepens the kiss. My fingers hurry toward the nape of his neck, then dive into his dark hair as I pull him closer.

That’s when he pulls away.

“Briar, I’m sorry,” he says as he flops onto his back and presses the backs of his hands into his eyes. “I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re vulnerable right now, and I shouldn’t take advantage of that. I’m vulnerable right now too. We can’t do this.”

The fuck we can’t! I climb over him and straddle his waist. “I don’t know aboutcan’t. You seem pretty capable.” I reach back and squeeze his stiff cock.

His hands rise to my waist, and he presses me down on his lap. “Fuck, don’t make this harder than it has to be. I really shouldn’t do this.”

“Sometimes the worst possible thing we could do is the best thing we could do.” I grind my hips and moan as the friction travels up my spine. “What if you fuck me so good that I can’t bear the thought of turning you in? This could benefit both of us.”

“You plan to keep me around as your personal sex toy?” His eyebrow rises, and I nearly get off right here.

“Only if you make me come.”

“Is that a promise?”

I bite my lip. I don’t break promises, and I ensure that by rarely making them. Would an orgasm really be worth losing my house and my life?

When I look into Grey’s eyes, the answer is yes.

“If you make me come, I promise toconsideralternatives to turning you in. Does that work?”

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and considers my proposal. When his eyes open again, a flash of lightning plays across his bare chest as he nods his head. “That works.”

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