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Before I knew it, my back was pressed against the wall and Greyson’s fingertips were dancing up my leg, pushing my dress up enough so it didn’t rip when he wedged his leg between my thighs.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you, True.”

My only reaction was a moan because his muscled thigh felt so damn good against my sex, I thought I was seeing stars already. How did he do that? How did five minutes alone with him make me feel like I was drowning in a sea of desire with his hold on me being my only hope at salvation?

“Greyson,” I panted while my hands crept inside his suit jacket, tugging at one of the countless pairs of suspenders he owned. I locked my fingers around them, using that as my only anchor to reality.

Now that I was against the wall, he let his hands move to my hair, his fingers getting lost in the silk-pressed tresses while I ground shamelessly against his leg.

“I’ve been obsessed with your hair since the first time I saw it,” he moaned before licking my lips and deepening the kiss again. Our noses brushed and our teeth clashed and none of that made us soften our approach. I wanted to devour him as much as he was devouring me. And the heartbeat thumping in my center made that want a necessity. I wanted to be kissing himwhen he made me come because I knew it was only a matter of time. I was going to shatter in this hallway with Greyson as my only audience and I needed it so bad.

Without warning, he pulled back, dropping kisses along my cheeks and nose.

“I was serious, True. You want dates? I’ll give you dates. You wanna be fucked, I’ll fuck you every night. Whatever you want. It’s always been whatever you want, you just had to ask.”

I couldn’t deal with how tender his voice was or how soft he was being with me.

He moved his leg between mine and I whimpered when he claimed my lips again. “Anything you want, True. I’ll give you anything you want.”

My clit clung to every word, not caring that they were probably sweet nothings. It was enough combined with the way his tongue stroked mine, simulating an act that made me let go of his suspenders and grab his torso instead.

I was gonna come.

And Greyson was gonna kiss me through it.

No, Iwascoming.

And Greyson was kissing me through it.

When the second wave hit me, I tore my mouth away from his and sucked at his neck, reveling in how strong his scent was and how wet my tongue left his hot skin.

I trembled against the wall, letting the remnants of my climax ripple through me before I came up for air.

Greyson was watching me with a satisfied gleam in his eye. He still hadn’t released his hold on my waist and hips. “You feel better?”

I was about to nod before my eyes zeroed in on his neck. The lighting in the hall was dim but not so dim I couldn’t see the evidence of my transgressions.

There was more lipstick staining his collar and neck than there was left on my lips. I wasn’t in front of a mirror, but I just knew it. My fingers flew to my mouth and my eyes widened as I looked at him, studying me.

Oh, God.

What the hell had I just done?

“That was humiliating,” I seethed, stomping over the sidewalk to Greyson’s truck.

He was right beside me, easily matching my angry strides with a bag of my leftovers and Noah’s meal clutched in his fingers.

When I got to his passenger door, I stopped abruptly, waiting for him to unlock it. He stepped around me and pulled it open.

“Humiliating for who? Him? Because I agree.”

“Why did you have to agree to stay?”

“Because I wanted to have dinner with you.” His answer was straightforward, as most things with Greyson were and I groaned before climbing into his passenger seat.

Then he closed my door, put the takeout bags in the backseat and walked around the SUV to the driver’s side.

“Take me to my grandparents house, on Bliss Road,” I demanded as soon as the truck roared to life.