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“I needyouon my side for this.”
My cheeks split in a bashful smile as the heat intensified in them. “You have me.”
“Do I?” he asked simply, but the fire in those hazels told me we weren’t talking about the media anymore. I wiped my suddenly sweaty palms on my dress before meeting his gaze and nodding. “Come to lunch with me?”
“My pleasure,” I answered softly, noting that Jax was heading across the fishbowl for those twin stair sets. I gently shut my laptop as I found my feet.
“Was it?” he pressed.
Rolling my eyes, I said, “You know it was.”
“Then, why’d you leave?” he asked softly, eyes only for me. It was like the rest of the world ceased to exist beneath the heat of that stare.
“I may have panicked,” I confessed, looking at my feet, my bag on the floor. His warm hands came to both of my arms. I hadn’t even heard him close the distance, but suddenly Greyson was sucking the air from my tiny space, his frame inches from mine, forcing my eyes up to his.
“Panic begets panic. How do you think I felt waking up without you after…that?”
Swallowing hard, I studied the undeniable sincerity in his eyes. “I’m sorry if I hurt you—” Warm lips swallowed my sentence a beat before his hands came to my face.
“DidIhurtyou?” he breathed against my mouth. When I shook my head, he jerked his chin up, lips tapping mine so, so briefly. Five orgasms, and I wasn’t done. Needed more of him—fromhim. “Do you…regret it? Me?” Another head shake, this time earning the softest brush of his lips. “Then next time you panic, do it with me. We can’t climb mountains on opposite peaks and expect this to work.”
“So there is athis?”
“Unless I’m hallucinating.”
“Uh…am I interrupting something?” Jax asked as he knocked on the doorframe.
“No,” I blurted, but Greyson had other plans.
“Yeah, buddy, I got her for a while.”
“I’m sure you do,” Jax chuckled. “I’ll pick up lunch. What do you two lovebirds want?”
“Whatever sounds good to you,” Grey said simply, his eyes never leaving mine. “Do me a favor?”
“I’ll just add it to the list.” Jax’s sarcasm might very well be my favorite quality in the man.
“Good deal. Close the door on your way out.”
With a laugh, Jax did. To my surprise, he also hit the switch that deployed the electronic privacy screen across the glass of my office.
Gaping, I declared, “That’s not at all conspicuous.”
“My wife. My business,” Greyson stated simply.
“You really like saying that, don’t you?”
“I really do,” he agreed smugly before claiming my mouth in a bruising collision. Strobes of memory flashed through my mind—his face buried against my center, his hands gripping my hips as he took me from behind, the way he threw his head back as he came in my mouth. We had devoured each other for hours until we collapsed into sleep. Judging by the unforgiving crash of his lips on mine, he had every intention of tearing a sixth release from my exhausted body right here in the office.
Peeling away, I staggered back a step, trying to keep him at arm’s length as he stalked my movements. “Stay,” I barked, earning a laugh. “Talk.Words. Words are good.”
“What do you want to talk about?” he asked as his hand found mine, the other coming to grip my hip possessively. There was nothing hotter than being pursued by Greyson Hart, I decided. A freaking inferno had ignited in my office, threatening to sear the clothes right off my body.
“This.Us. Thunder—” his lips cut off my protest, and the next thing I knew, he’d lifted me onto my desk, a devilish glint in his eyes as he ran kisses down my neckline, savagely sucking at the spot above my collarbone.
“Words are overrated,” he purred against my skin. “But I have four to ask you.”
“Oh?” I squeaked.