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I kneaded his back before dropping a hand to his ass, squeezing it and tugging him forward.
Sex had always been more than a physical release for us. It was one of the only times when both of us were laid bare. Grayson didn’t just take my body, fucking me so good I soared to the sky, but he made love to my very soul, leaving a mark on me no one else ever could.
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Sunday mornings were meant to be lazy. In my opinion, anyway. I wasn’t overly religious, but itwasthe day of rest. A day best spent in bed, wrapped around the love of your life as he pumped into your ass.
Grayson and I had gone through a lot. More than most other couples. It might’ve taken us eight years, but we’d found our way back together. The hunt for the serial killer kept us from fully resolving issues and moving forward.
Yet, that didn’t matter as I held him in my arms, smelling the scent of his skin in the morning.
He kissed my jaw and moaned as he hit his climax.
Serial killers. Psychic visions. Past mistakes. None of it could reach us in this bed.
Breathless and coming down from one hell of an orgasm, I stared up at the ceiling and grinned. Grayson kissed my cheek and draped an arm across my stomach.
“How was that?”
“You really have to ask?” I said, peeking over at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Nah.” A self-satisfied smirk upturned the corner of his mouth. “Your screams were enough.”
“Yeah, pretty sure Brysen is awake now,” I said, chuckling. And then I whimpered a little, remembering how Gray had hit my prostate so fucking good, thrusting the thick head of his cock with unmatched precision against it and making me burst apart. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that loud before.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Cocky bastard.” I shook my head at him.
“But I’myourcocky bastard.” Grayson looked at me then, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “You know, I’ve never been anyone else’s. You’re still the only boyfriend I’ve ever had.”
“You didn’t date anyone for eight years?” I tucked an arm behind my head and put the other around his shoulders as he lay on my chest. “Why?”
EvenI’ddated other men. None of them had meant much to me, but I’d had boyfriends over the years, some more meaningful than others.
“It felt like a betrayal to you,” Gray answered, as a guilty expression crossed his face. “I pushed you away back then because I was afraid of being so close to someone. After you, relationships held nothing for me. I didn’t want a boyfriend, didn’t want to give my heart to anyone else.” His eyes flickered to me, holding me prisoner in his gaze. “My heart is yours, Charming. Always has been.”
It was his way of saying he loved me. And to me, it meant more than just saying those three words.
“I never stopped loving you, Gray,” I whispered, moving my fingers along his furry jaw. His beard wasn’t long enough to grab but long enough to give him that sexy, rugged look that drove me wild. It fit him so well. “Even when I wanted to hate you, I couldn’t.”
“I hated myself enough for the both of us.”
“Don’t,” I said, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him to his back. I hovered over him, looking down into his warm gaze and feeling my heart swell. “I don’t want you holding on to the past anymore. Let go of it. Move on. I’ve forgiven you. It’s time you forgive yourself.”
Grayson’s eyes watered, and his body tensed. He clenched his jaw and breathed deep through his nose, doing all he could to keep from crying.
So, I kissed him. His lips trembled against mine, and he wound his arms around me. We stayed in bed for another thirty minutes or so, kissing and cuddling, before he looked at his phone and groaned.
“I have to go to work,” he grumbled, rubbing at his temple.
“You deserve a day off, Gray.”
“It’s all hands on deck until this sicko is caught.” He pecked a kiss to my cheek before tossing back the sheet and getting out of bed. “Phoenix wants to check out some places downtown today where he thinks Ameinias could be holing up. The guy has been here for a month with no income that we know of and no family. Hehasto be hiding out in one of the abandoned buildings.”
I sat up and watched him get dressed. A question had been eating at me. I feared the answer, but the not knowing made it almost as bad.
“Gray?” I hesitated as he stopped fastening his belt and looked at me. “What did Abby see? About me?”
