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I hesitated, unsure.
“Please. I just... want to feel you, Grayson. All of you.”
Her eyes were so wide, her pupils blown with lust, and I was powerless to resist. So, I nodded, kissing her, the tip of my cock nudging at her entrance. She sighed, her arms wrapping around me, her body arching under me, and I eased inside her.
She was hot and tight, and I sucked in a breath, so overwhelmed by the sensation, by her, that I was afraid I would lose control. Maybe she sensed it, because she softened the kiss, running her hands lightly up and down my back. Soothing me.
I moved, slowly at first. It was so fucking perfect, and I lost myself in the sensation, in her, her soft moans, the way her nails dug into my back.
“God, Grayson.”
I was so fucking close, the pleasure coiling in my belly, and I reached between us, rubbing my thumb over her clit, my other hand cupping her breast, squeezing, loving the way she bucked under me.
“Look at me.”
My voice was a low growl, and she opened her eyes instantly, locking her gaze with mine. Jesus, the way she was looking at me almost undid me. I felt the soft fluttering of her body around my cock as her orgasm slowly moved through her until she was trembling and shuddering beneath me, the pleasure flickering over her face. Then she dragged my head down, kissing me softly, her tongue tangling with mine, and I lost it, the pleasure pulsing through me, my body jerking, my breath coming in a low moan as we came together.
I collapsed on top of her, trying to catch my breath. It was only when I felt her pressing soft, fluttery kisses across my shoulder and up my neck that I found the strength to raise my head.
Her eyes were shining and her lips curved into a soft, sweet smile. “You’re something else, you know that?”
The way she was looking at me made my chest tighten uncomfortably. It all felt so foreign and confusing to me. I needed some space to process it. “I need a shower.”
“Oh, sure. Okay. How about I make some pancakes, then?”
“If you like.”
“I do like. I’m starving.”
“Okay then.” I rolled out of bed and didn’t look back at her as I headed into the bathroom.
As the stream of water sluiced over me, I tried to make sense of it all. We just seemed like such an unusual pairing. I couldn’t figure out why she’d chosen me to go home with. Unless…There was an ulterior motive? Something she wanted only I could give her.
Of course. A recording contract. I felt almost relieved at the idea, because now it made perfect sense. Wolfe had mentioned to her that I was starting my own label. Or Esme had. Once she’d learned who I was, inviting herself into my limo for hot sex was a no brainer.
Maybe it was a bit odd that she hadn’t mentioned it, but no doubt it would come up at some point. Over pancakes. Just a casual,“We’re actually looking for a contract, if you wanna…you know.”
With all the confusion cleared away, I turned the faucets off and got out of the shower.
The moment I stepped into the kitchen, she turned her head, running her eyes over me and giving me a sultry smile. Considering I was just in sweats and a tee, her appreciation seemed a little over the top.
“I wasn’t sure how to use the whizz bang coffee machine.”
“It’s fine. I’ll do it.” I went through the motions of making coffee, hyper-aware of Stef side eyeing me as she flipped a pancake onto a plate. Also hyper aware of how hot she looked in her ripped jeans and tight fitting shirt. Her hair was piled on top of herhead in a messy bun and without the stage makeup from last night, she looked quite sweet. In other circumstances, where this wasn’t a business transaction, I might…But no, it was purely business.
“So, what are your plans for the day?”
Hmm, okay. Not rushing to close out the deal, then. “I have business to attend to.”
“On a Saturday? Sucks to be you. I’m off to visit my brother and his family and I can’t wait. I’ve got the squishiest little niece. You wouldn’t believe how cute she is.” She flipped another pancake onto the plate, pausing long enough to pour fresh batter into the pan before continuing. “She’s barely one-year-old, but she’s super smart. My sister-in-law is teaching her to say Zia. You know that’s Italian for Aunty, yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Well, she can’t quite get it right and it always makes me laugh, which makes her laugh, then we’re in a giggle loop and it’s just the best.”
She was so bright and bubbly and fake that it made my chest ache, so I turned away to make the coffee. “Here you go.”
Her smile when I handed her a brimming mug of coffee shot straight through me. “How about a kiss to go with that?”