Page 36 of Sinful Little Lies

Grimm

You give me the energy.

Wish I was with you.

Do you need anything?

My heart swells at his messages. Each one that comes through feels as if it’s wrapping a hand around the organ in my chest and squeezing at it tightly.

Him. I need him. That’s all.

Me

I wouldn’t mind some company. Throw some clothes on. You can take them back off before you hop into bed with me.

Grimm

Hope you’re prepared for the dragon.

I burst out laughing. This man is truly insane in the best way possible. Keeping him by my side doesn’t sound like such a bad idea after all.

I send him an incentive. Shrugging off the blanket, I sit up and go to the camera app on my phone. I’m wearing a lacy black bralette and pushing my boobs together to give myself just enough cleavage for the picture. My nipples hardened from the loss of the blanket so I know they’ll make an appearance in the photo.

I send the image to Grimm, nervous and impatient for his response. I’ve never done this before. Leo wasn’t exactly encouraging when it came to me showing off my body and if he saw nudes on my phone, he would’ve gone berserk. Doesn’t matter if they were meant for him. They were still sitting on my phone. What if I had a change of heart and decided to send them to every person in my contact list?

I can’t believe I stayed with him for so long! His reasonings for acting the way he did were fucking bullshit! Good fucking riddance!

The phone vibrates, breaking my thoughts.

Grimm

Fuck, V.

I’m hard.

I’m almost there. Door or window?

I can’t wait to feel you.

My cheeks heat as I drag my teeth along my bottom lip. Flashbacks of the last time I felt every inch of Grimm inside me play through my mind and I shudder. A dull ache forms between my legs, anxious with anticipation to have him again. I send a reply without thinking too hard about its contents. Play it cool, V.

Me

Window. You’re my dirty little secret.

Easy. Light. Or too much? I hope it’s not too much. I hope I don’t offend him. Fuck, so much for playing it cool.

Grimm

Here. Open up, please.

I stand and open the window for Grimm. His stature is so big, practically double the size of the window itself. He contorts his body skillfully as he slithers through the opening, away from the brisk atmosphere. Straightening his back, he stands before me dressed in all black looking down at me.

“Hey there, good looking.” He says, his baritone voice filling my room and sending chills down my spine.

“Hi.” I whisper so quiet, I consider repeating myself because I’m not sure if he heard me.

“So, V, baby, before we move on with our day, I just want to get one thing straight.” His fingertips trace down my arm to my wrist, and swirl in my palm before reversing the pattern. My heart rate picks up at his touch, his proximity. I catch a waft ofsandalwood and sage as his body towers over me. I take a few steps back and he follows until I’m lined up with the wall.

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