Page 52 of Mr. Edwards

“I told her I had a girlfriend, and she wants to meet you.”

“I’m not your girlfriend, Grayson,” she says, using my chest to push herself up.

“Hey.” I tighten my arms around her waist, pulling her back down. “If you want to discuss this we will, as long as you agree we’re in a relationship by the end of it, I’m good.”

“I told you I don’t do relationships.”

“I know, but that was before me. Things are different now.”

“Really? How so?”

“Simple, because those other douches weren’t me.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

I flip her over onto her back, settling myself between her legs. “You’re going to be full of me in a second,” I state, rubbing the tip of my cock through her slick heat.

She opens her mouth to protest, but before she can get a word out, I drive myself inside her. “Grays—” she doesn’t get a chance to finish saying my name because I withdraw and then slam back in. I’ll keep fucking her like this until she relents.

“Admit you’re my girlfriend, Carlee.”

“No.”

I slide my hand behind her knee, lifting her leg and draping it over my hip. She moans into my ear when I change my position and delve deeper.

“You’re my girlfriend,” I growl as I pick up the pace, hammering into her at lightning speed. Fuck, I need to slow down. I’m ready to blow. “Say it.”

“I can’t.” I feel her inner walls tightening around my cock, so I know she’s teetering on the edge as well. Itforces me to do the only thing I can, I pull out. “What are you doing?” she screeches.

“I’m getting dressed and going home. I’m going to deny you until you concede.”

I use my hands to push myself up, moving to the side of the bed. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Like a heart attack,” I say, reaching for my pants.

“That’s not fair, I was almost there.”

I slide my legs into my jeans and stand. “No, what’s not fair is you refusing to be my girl.”

Carlee drapes her arm across her chest and sits up. “It’s not that simple for me.”

I leave my button and zipper undone as I take a seat on the side of the bed. I get it, she’s had a shitty life, and she’s scared because trust doesn’t come easy for her, but I’m not them; I’d never treat her the way others have in the past.

I reach for her hand. “Sometimes people build walls to keep others out. Sometimes they do it to protect what’s left inside.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing?”

“I don’t know, are you?”

“You can’t answer a question with a question.”

“Do you know why I call you sunshine?”

She narrows her eyes. “So, you’re going with another question then?”

Reaching out, I cup her face, skimming my thumb over her plump lips. “Because when I see you, you light me up inside. Your smile, it’s radiant, but sometimes the biggest smiles, the ones that shine the brightest, are just a front to hide the pain that’s raging on the inside. Am I right?”

“Don’t do that.”