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The smooth pad of Greyson’s thumb dragged across my bottom lip, making me part my mouth on instinct. “You and Noah are going to be the fucking death of me.”

The combination of his hoarse voice and his rough touch sent desire coursing through me. If it wasn’t for my tights, I’d have a mess on my thighs. I could not see anything but Greyson. I didn’t want to. And when he lowered his head to kiss me, I held my breath.

“Tell your friends you’re leaving,” he commanded against my lips before straightening.

“Greyson,” I whined, pushing off the wall to get closer to him.

He smirked at me and it was triumphant as he watched me glower at him. “What’s wrong, Red?”

That voice was too soft. Too sweet for somebody taunting me and withholding kisses.

“I want your mouth on me,” I said without hesitation. My pride had left the conversation a long time ago when it came to this man.

All he did was grasp my chin again and I felt like I was falling apart at the seams.

“Then go tell your friends you’re leaving.”

The day I saw True in Lucky’s for the first time, I wondered what it would be like to let go and lose myself in something the way she lost herself in music.

Now I knew. I was completely, unexpectedly and inexplicably lost in this woman.

Her control over me was just as subtle as it was undeniable.

It was the way I smiled every time I heard her voice.

It was the way she made my heart beat take on a new rhythm.

It was the way I couldn’t see the color red without thinking of her mouth on me or her hair tangled in my grip.

I knew it was over when I wanted her happiness, her safety and her pleasure in my hands.

Everywhere she was was exactly where I wanted to be. I would give myself over and over just to know she was good, and all she had to do was look at me.

I wanted her spending my money. I wanted her sleeping in my bed. I wanted her needing me.

All of that was exactly what I wanted in this moment and as long as she would have me.

“Why are you watching me instead of fucking me?” The husky notes of her voice pulled me out of my obsessive reverie and back to this room withher.

True was standing near my bedroom door, her eyes hooded and so damn dark I couldn’t help but get lost in them.

“Because if I fucked you how I wanted right now, you might think I hate you.”

Those chocolate eyes clouded with lust and her white teeth sank into her bottom lip, teasing the flesh I wanted to kiss.

With her back against the wall, the rest of her body arched naturally toward me in a silent plea.

“You can,” she whispered, voice low and firm.

Shaking my head, I pushed my hands into my pockets, relieving the tightness of the material straining around my dick.

I needed to get out of these clothes.

The only thing I wanted on me was her.

Dropping my head to one side, I noted how confident she was under my gaze.

Chest out, shoulders back, and unwavering eye contact. Even as her body called out for me.