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“Why are you being so…”

“So what?”

Irritation worked through me and I closed my mouth before promptly reopening it to tell him about himself.

“This is childish, Greyson. You don’t own me.”

“No, but you own me, True. And that’s something you need to come to terms with. Because I’m not going anywhere.“

Greyson closed the distance between us again, but didn’t raise his hands to touch me. “You took exactly what you wanted last night and I can’t wait until you do it again. Because the way you came for me was?—”

I didn’t know what possessed me—probably delirium—but I was on him before he could finish that sentence. Greyson caught me around the waist when I jumped and my legs were wound around his torso the second my lips met his.

He kissed me back just as hungrily, his free hand going to my hair and tugging possessively at the fallen strands near my neck. I couldn’t think about the strength it took to hold me up with one arm without squirming against him, losing the fight not to tug his belt off and tell him to fuck me on his desk.

Hell, he could fuck me on this floor and I’d be just as happy.

I yanked at his shirt tail until enough of it was free for me to wedge my hand past his belt and into his pants.

“Greyson, condom.”

“I don’t have one here.”

“What do you mean?” I groaned against his lips.

“I’m not in the habit of fucking people at my job, Red.”

I snatched my hand away from his growing erection and whined against his lips, trying to jump down from his hold.

“You’re a fucking brat,” Greyson growled, holding me tighter.

The next thing I knew, we were moving. Over to his desk.

My ass hit the top of it in an unceremoniousthwackwhen he dropped me on the hard surface and took the seat in front of me. He leaned back, his chest heaving from exertion.

“Ask for what you want, True.”

“You don’t have a condom.” I could feel my lip trying to poke out and form a pout, so I bit it and looked away. Was this what this man had reduced me to with one night?

“I don’t need to put my dick in you to make you come. Or do you not remember what happened at Noir?”

Okay, two nights. Because Noir definitely counted as…something.

He rolled his chair forward, bracing his hands against my spread legs. “Tell me you wanna come and I’ll do it. You’re in control, remember?”

His declaration from earlier was already coming back to haunt me and I didn’t have a comeback because Ididwant this. I wanted him to spread me open and do unspeakable things to me, right here in this office.

“I didn’t leave you,” I felt the need to clarify. “I left to write.”

“Okay.”

Okay?

“I’m telling the truth. I woke up at six and you were sleeping, but my laptop and all my notebooks were at my house.”

“So we’ll get notebooks and a laptop for my house.”

“Greyson, that’s not…”