Page 279 of Lilah

He said something along the lines of 'that whisper turned me the (f-word) on. It's too bad they're here.'

At that point he had grabbed the back of my upper thigh, a spot where the guys couldn't see because we were behind the large desk.

He continued with 'I'd (f-word) you on this desk if no one was here.'

Of course, I wouldn't let that happen because that's just very out there and way too dangerous for where we were.

At that point I had pulled away because I had gotten a little too hot and bothered but he pulled me back down to him.

'But I loveyou.'

Other than the inappropriate things he said after his adorable little smile, the interaction made my heart happy.

"I love you," he replies. I've noticed now that I don't think Grey has ever said 'I love youtoo.'I'm sure it means nothing but I find it odd.

He suddenly bites down on my neck. I pull away from him and slam my head onto the bed in front of me, groaning into the sheets.

"That was hard," I mumble.

That's what she said. Stop.

"It wasn't," he grips onto the top of my pants in the very back. I rub my hand on the spot he bit.

I raise my hand up and I punch his stomach.

Well,I thought it was his stomach.

"Fuck, Azalea," he groans in pain rolling over and placing his hand over his goody region. Oh Lord, I hit him in the peepee.

I sit back up all the way and hold my hand over my mouth. I feel genuinely bad.

"I'm sorry Sugar!" I recollect myself. He still lays sideways on the bed, his face kind of scrunched up in pain.

"Want me to rub it-Oh no! Nevermind!" I pinch the bridge of my nose and roll my eyes at myself. He rolls off the bed and hestands up. Bear follows him, making sure he's okay. He's such a good puppy.

Grey walks around the room, his jaw clenched as he does what he needs to...get himself better.

I can't imagine what getting hit there feels like. I feel like yeah, getting hit in the boob hurts but I feel like getting hit in the peter hurts way worse.

"I meant to hit your stomach," I bite my lower lip in concern for him. I know it shouldn't, but it actually makes me laugh a little bit. He always smacks the daylights out of my buttcheeks, he bites the crap out of my neck, and so I feel like I've finally gotten even for all the things he's done to me.

But this is the first and hopefully the last time I mistake his goody region for his stomach.

I stand and come up behind him.

"Oh lord, what if it doesn't work anymore? Can you break that thing?" I begin to worry. I hold my hand onto my heart and he turns around to me.

"It's not athingit's mydick."

"Oh same thing."

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? Grey ?

The week coming, we're off to Montana. It's last minute and it pisses me off that I'm the one that has to set up the planes and everything else.

Sure, we could fly in regular planes with regular peopleifwe didn't have a whole shitload of guns that we have to bring with us.