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“It’s not a big deal,” I murmur, trying to think. His scent is all around me, and I’m having difficulties breathing. Not because I’m anxious, but because of how damn good he smells. “Andrya pretended to be my roommate, is all. Apparently she and her brother prank one of the newbies, or pretend to be interested so they can get their rocks off. Then they use it as a teaching aid to explain why we all need to be calculating and vigilant.”

Grayson turns away from the computer, and now his nose is pressed against mine, that’s how close he is.

“Miss Tremaine, why do you have to drop these little nuggets of information that is guaranteed to make me angry, and then blow it off?” he growls.

“Why would it make you angry, Sir, if this is your facility? I thought you didn’t care what they did in the name of ‘training’?” I ask derisively.

“Gods, why do you make me want to take you over my knee?” Grayson mutters.

Cocking my head to the side, I ask innocently, “Why, did you decide you need to be my daddy now too?”

“Silla!” he roars, and I throw my head back, laughing. I enjoy riling this man up until Grayson thrusts against me in such a way that makes me gasp and then whimper.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Please stop shoving your big dick at me.” Raising my head, my lips twist in a smirk. “I can feel it every time you move, you’re really overwhelming, Sir.”

God, he’s just so freaking big everywhere. He shifts under me again, and I swear his muscles ripple under his damn suit. Fuck me, this man is a God.

“Why are you acting like a blushing flower?” Grayson chuckles, dragging his nose up my throat. “Mmm. You smell like jasmine, how is that possible?”

Remembering clearly now what Andrya said to me while I was half asleep, it causes me to actually blush. I’m playing with fire, this man is way too much for me to handle.

“So damn pretty,” Grayson murmurs. “Does this go anywhere else, I wonder?”

“Where?” I ask breathlessly as his fingers drag down my throat, down my chest, barely slipping under to tweak my nipples. “Oh, my Gods…”

“Does that feel good? Gods, I want to say fuck everything and have my way with you on my damn desk. You’re fucking dangerous…”

“I’m just me,” I whimper, my hips finding a mind of their own as they slowly move against him. Grayson’s chest rises faster, his breaths puffs of air.

“I wonder, are you wet for me, Dangerous Girl?” he growls. It’s too close to the words Andrya said to me last night, causing me to flinch.

“I should go,” I whisper, my chest heaving because I’m scared to go farther. I come with too many surprises, but he’s wrong, they are dangerous for me, not him.

There’s banging on the door as I start to stand, and he glares at both of us.

“I’m busy! Come back later!” Grayson yells. Turning to me, his eyes are wild and confused. “What the hell was that?” he hisses.

“Warden, I need to see you at your earliest convenience,” says a nasally voice.

“Alright, that time is not now. I’ll come find you,” Grayson tells her in a no fucks given kind of way that makes my thighs clench together now that I’m standing. He looks amused as he glances over at me.

The woman outside huffs, leaving, and Grayson lifts me onto the desk. This time, he leans over me until I’m lying prone on it, his arms braced on either side of me.

“Why are you acting so sweet and innocent, I don’t get it?” He chuckles.

Rolling my eyes, I look up at him. “Because of everything you think you know about me? All this fucking I’m doing of old men?” I ask, still annoyed by this question.

“I mean…” Grayson says with a shrug. He must realize he’s being a jerk, because he blows out a breath. His breath smells like peppermint, and I inhale this scent that is uniquely him. “Okay, I’m going to take a figurative step back, because I pride myself in being fair, and I haven’t been to you. So, you keep telling me to look deeper, not believe everything I hear. Do you fuck old men for money?”

My jaw drops at how he asks, and my head is shaking itself back and forth before I can stop it. “No,” I whisper.

Humming, Grayson kisses down my throat, making my back arch with a soft moan. “Are any of your charges bogus? Your trial was pushed through very quickly,” he says, pushing up my shirt to continue dusting kisses over my breasts.

“Yes,” I sigh, rolling my lips inward to try to stop the truthful words falling out of them.

“Nuh-uh. I’m enjoying this conversation,” he grins. Grayson looks boyish and happy like this, instead of the stern warden everyone else sees. “Keep your eyes on me, they’re beautiful.”

Grayson shoves up one side of my bra, groaning as he sees my tit burst out. “Fuck,” he growls. “Is the prostitution charge true?” he asks as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.