Page 10 of Sold to My Best Friend's Dad

She sat behind the wheel and took several deep breaths. It was one thing agreeing to have sex with Grayson, it was a whole other thing fantasizing about it for years. He was her secret crush and now it was fast becoming reality, and that was uniquely terrifying.

She took another deep breath and released it. In and out.

“I can do this.”

She was not exactly known for talking to herself, but right now, she needed all the help she could get.

Climbing out of her car, she locked the door and went to the front entrance. As she lifted her hand to knock, the door opened, and there was Grayson.

Why did he have to look so damn good? The boys at college didn’t even compare to him.

Several buttons of his crisp white shirt were open, showing off his impressive chest that was hard and muscular. He didn’t have any chest hair. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. He looked so powerful and in control.

“You took your time,” he said.

It was close to ten at night. Her mother was working the night shift, so she’d been alone.

“I was in bed.”

Grayson stepped back and gave her room to enter.

As she stepped over the threshold, she felt her heart start to race. She didn’t hesitate though, and anticipation traveled down her spine as he closed the door.

He didn’t give her a chance to move as he pressed her up against the door. Feeling his body, his proximity, his dominance—it was exactly what she craved.

“Tell me, Clara, were you thinking about me?” he asked, pressing his face against her neck.

She shook her head. “I was studying.”

He chuckled. “Lies. You said you were in bed. Tell me, are you thinking about me now?”

“Yes.”

“You know, everything is about anticipation. What have you done with a boy? Or a man?”

“What have I done?”

“Have you allowed them to suck your tits? Lick your pussy? Play with your ass?” he asked.

Her cheeks heated. “No.”

Grayson paused. His hands had been roaming her body and they had felt so good. She didn’t want him to stop.

“Nothing?”

“I haven’t even kissed anyone.”

His hands sunk into her hair, tilting her head back, then his lips were on hers. Clara felt completely and utterly possessed by him. He held all the control as he kissed her lips. She released a moan and a gasp when he pulled away.

“Then how about we make another deal?” Grayson said.

She didn’t want to talk about deals.

Think of Mom.

Thinking about her mother was the last thing she wanted to do but the only reason this was happening in the first place. It sucked. Big time sucked.

“What deal?” she asked.

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