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There was no point in disagreeing with this man.

“I’m happy you’re writing, True.” His voice sounded sincere and a slight smile flourished on my lips. “I’m proud of you.”

Our eyes reconnected and I swallowed hard, way too aroused at the sight of him leaning back in his chair, staring up at me. He looked at me like the world was in my hands and he was waiting on his chance to prove something to me.

He sat forward again and my vision blurred in slow motion. He bowed his head, kissing the tops of each of my thighs through my tights and my breath left me in a startled gasp.

“I’m fucking proud of you, True. Now, ask me for what you want.”

I couldn’t name the sensations coursing through me right now, I just knew they were all sinful and depraved.

In the simplest terms, I wanted Greyson Wolfe to make me see stars again. And I must have said that because a second later, I heard a rip and realized too late it was my tights. He was ripping them so he could get to my center and excitement danced in my veins.

I was soaked, and so damn ready for the need thrumming through me to meet its match.

My skirt was so short, it was already bunched around my waist from the way I was sitting, so it was easy for him to do exactly what he wanted with me.

A cool draft hit me when my tights were ripped to his liking. All he had to do was push my panties to the side and swipe at my swollen clit.

Greyson’s eyes were fixed on my sex, his jaw a little slack from the reaction my body was giving him.

“Fuck. You’re incredible…” he said it so lowly I wasn’t sure it was meant for my ears, but I cried out nonetheless, arching into him on instinct. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

That was the last thing he said before his lips were around my clit and he was sucking me into his mouth like a man starved.

My hands went to his head, just like last night. But instead of holding him against my chest, I was holding him between my legs, already gone off the pleasure running through me.

Greyson had my thighs spread and thrown over his shoulders while he ate me out.

His tongue fluttered against my clit in rapid succession, and my eyes squeezed shut against the blinding lights interrupting my vision.

He licked.

And sucked.

And fucked.

And moaned.

And when I thought it couldn’t get better, he moved his head up and down so his nose ran over my sensitive clit while his tongue worked at my entrance.

My mouth stopped producing sounds when I was flung into an orgasm that made me question reality.

I shuddered my release against his tongue and came undone when he lapped it up greedily, like it was his reward.

My whole body had a heartbeat and I was sure my toes were numb. But it was worth it. A million times over.

He lifted his head when I finished convulsing and looked at me with a claim in his eyes he didn’t have to voice. I heard him loud and clear.

“Fight it as much as you want, but I know you just felt that. I belong to you.” He kissed my thigh again, his tongue licking my heated skin.

I watched him over my heaving chest through hooded eyes.

“And whatever this thing is you have going on with Noah, I need y’all to figure it out. You want both of us? Have both of us. But you need to understand that he is theonlyman I will share you with.”

“Greyson.”

“Are we clear on that?”