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My eyes flit down to his chin, where there’s no visible damage. I run my hand over his face before bringing his lips to mine.
“Grayson,” I say under my breath, my chest rising and falling as a warm feeling swells inside of me.
“Yes, Whitney?”
“I’m falling for you.”
“I’m falling for you too,” he says before planting another kiss on my lips.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He deepens the kiss before gripping my waist with his hands, digging his fingers into the soft skin at my sides.
“Are you not wearing underwear?”
I pull away and lift an eyebrow in amusement. Flames light up his eyes as he wiggles out of his briefs. He positions himself on top of me, leaning down to kiss my collarbone before plunging deep into me.
I gasp at the sensation before looking up at him. My eyes stare into his as he moves into me repeatedly, tension pulsing between us. He leans down and kisses me while thrusting in again and I moan quietly at the feeling. This isn’t sex like we’ve had it before. It’s sweet and tender. This is making love. He cups my breast and fondles it gently while increasing the pace. I can feel the warmth building in my belly as he moves in and out of me. His breath hitches, and I can tell that the pleasure is building within him too.
I pull him in close to me so that my lips are lined up with his ear.
“I want you to pour your love into me,” I whisper, and he releases, hot passion filling me.
I shudder at the pulsing sensation inside me. It pushes me over the edge as I’m racked with orgasm. We stay like this for a moment before laying in each others’ arms, falling into a deep sleep after our moment of passion.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Grayson
“So,howwaspackingup Whitney’s office in Keene? I was so surprised when she told me that you offered to go with her; that was so sweet of you. I’m really thankful for everything you’ve done to make Whitney feel at home. You have no idea how much it truly means to me,” Penny says as she dips a chicken tender into some ranch.
Whitney and I have only been back for a few days, but Penny has been eagerly waiting for us to go out for lunch. We’ve hit up our favorite chicken joint, King’s Chicken. It’s not fancy, like the places she and mom go to, but I think that’s what she likes about it. There’s no pressure to be perfect or to have some fancy wine when we eat here. It’s just us and our chicken, enjoying the same dipping sauces and fried combos that everyone else gets.
“It was good. She showed me some cool places in her hometown while we were there. It’s an interesting place, actually. She has a firepit in her backyard, which I think is the coolest. We’ll never be allowed to have that in our penthouses,” I say, even though it’s not what I want to tell her.
What I want to tell her is that I’m falling for her best friend. That Whitney's and my week in Keene showed me so much more about the woman that I want to spend all of my time with. Of course, I can’t say any of that, because Penny doesn’t know anything.
I know that Whitney is struggling with keeping the secret from Penny. But, I don’t think she realizes how hard it is for me to keep it a secret too. Penny may be her best friend, but she’s my baby sister, the one person in this world that I’m closest to. I’m even closer to her than I am to Preston, and he’s my twin.
“That’s really neat. Did you guys roast smores? I’ve always wanted to do that. I wish mom would have let me go to a sleepaway camp when I was little,” she sighs dreamily.
“Well, maybe when Baby J’s a little bit older, the three of you can go camping in the Redwoods or something? Then you can make smores and set up a tent and all of that neat stuff.”
“Actually, that’s a great idea. Thanks Gray! I would have never thought of that. So, what do you think of Whitney? She’s totally awesome, right?” She smiles at me, and I find myself wondering what she’s up to.
Does she already know somehow?
“She’s not at all what I expected her to be. Completely different than anyone else that I’ve ever met before. Truthfully, I think that I may have misjudged her a little when she first came here. I actually feel bad about some of the things that I’ve said to her in the past. Maybe I should get her a gift as an apology. Like a bouquet or something?”
“A bouquet? Why not a fruit basket?” Penny asks, raising an eyebrow out of curiosity.
“A bouquet just seems nicer, doesn’t it? Roses are a little strong, but maybe something sweet, like lilies?” I get lost in thought, imagining the kind of bouquet I could get for Whitney.
I actually don’t know if she likes flowers, but every woman likes flowers, don’t they? What kind of flowers does she like?”
I turn to Penny, and she’s holding a fry, staring at me as a slow smile spreads across her face.
“Oh my gosh, you like Whitney!”
“What? I—”
