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Her eyes widened. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“Tell me what you meant.”

“This thing between us isn’t real. People will talk. Why create unnecessary drama over nothing?”

He took a deep breath. The time for games was over. It was time to play for keeps.

“What I just did to you, taking your virginity while you shouted my name, wasn’t that real?”

Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “You know what I mean. We have a contract.”

“You’re right. And I’ll abide by it and give you every cent I promised. But the endgame has changed.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I was selfish and took what I wanted. I’m used to getting my way.” He ran the backs of his fingers along the curve of her jaw. “But things changed between us. Everything changed. And I’m not ready to let you go.”

“So, how much longer do you want to extend the contract?”

He chuckled. “I don’t want a contract. I want you, and not for a week or a month.” Why was this so fucking hard to get out? Because he couldn’t fathom her leaving. “I want you to be mine.”

“A mistress?”

“My woman. The only one.”

She narrowed her eyes as if suspicious of his intentions, and he didn’t blame her.

“I’ve fallen for you, Clara. Give me a chance to make things up to you and prove I can be the right man for you.”

Yes, he was much older, and things were complicated, but he knew she was in love with him. He’d be shocked if she turned him down, but his insecurities still held strong. She was silent, and he wished he knew what she was thinking.

“Is it April? I’ll deal with her,” he said.

Clara shook her head. “I just don’t want you to break my heart, Grayson. I’m not as strong as you think. I might just shatter to pieces.”

He tucked her against his chest, holding her head. “I’ll never do that. I promise you.” Grayson kissed her hair.

“What about my mother? I was supposed to pay off her house, make her life easier.”

“And the money I give you will do all that.”

“So, you’re okay without that extra hundred thousand deal?” she asked.

He had to think for a minute, unsure of what she was talking about. When he realized she was talking about the addition of taking her anal virginity, his cock started to firm up again.

“I never said we had to scrap that.” He winked at her. “We can still keep that deal on the table, if you want.”

“None of this feels real,” she said. “I’ve fantasized about us being together in this big house. I’d make you dinner and you’d kiss me when you came home from work.” She exhaled. “But reality isn’t so kind, Grayson. Make sure you know what you’re doing.” Then she wiggled off the bed and headed to the en suite.

She was so mature for her age, an old soul he had such a deep-seated connection with. Fuck, he was falling hard and fast.

When she came out of the bathroom, she was a vision of perfection. She had her hair brushed smooth as glass, a formfitting black dress hugging her curves. It went down past her knees, but her tits were barely contained. He wanted to fuck her all over again.

“You’re gorgeous, do you know that? The entire fucking package.”

She gave him the sweetest little smile.

He reached for her hand, then pulled her into his arms. She was so much smaller than him, bringing out his protective instincts.

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