Page 17 of Since I First Laid Eyes On You

Paige

I knew work was going to be a bitch this week, but this is a joke.

It’s eleven pm and I’m exhausted. I’ve been back one day and Scotland already feels like eons ago.

It’s hard to believe it was only yesterday that I was waking up in Gray's arms in the Scottish countryside. It probably doesn’t help that today’s lunch was an emotional rollercoaster.

I just want to curl up in Gray's arms and convince myself that everything is okay with the two of us. Gray’s been blowing up my phone with messages and calls, telling me I need to leave and get my ass home.

I’m nearly done, just a few more figures to input and I can get a cab to his.

I’m outside. Get down here now.

My impatient bossy man. I smile to myself; it was only a matter of time before he turned up. I’m actually surprised he lasted this long.

Give me 5 mins. I’ll be down soon.

Fifteen minutes later I walk out the doors of work, beyond glad to be done for the night.

Gray is leaning against the side of a sleek sports car, looking ridiculously sexy in a wool coat turned up at the collar, his suit trousers and shoes visible underneath.

He pushes off from the car and walks towards me, folding me in his embrace.

“You must be shattered, sweetheart. Did you eat?” His voice vibrates through me from where my head is pressed against his chest. I merely nod, too tired to do anything else.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” He takes my overnight bag from me and leads me to his car, stowing my bag in the backseat and opening the passenger door for me to get in. He starts the car and pulls away from the curb, taking my hand in his and linking our fingers, he places it on his thigh.

“This car is seriously sexy,” I say. It suits him. I’m not sure what I expected him to drive, but seeing him in this car, nothing else would look right.

“I’m glad you approve,” he chuckles. I smile through a yawn and snuggle into my heated seat.

The twenty-minute journey to Gray's place in Chelsea passes quickly; both of us content to sit in silence, happy just to be with each other. He pulls the car into his garage and we enter through the internal door. Gray's home is a beautiful mews house in Chelsea that I absolutely adore. I’ve been here a couple of times with Edward and friends and I remember thinking then how gorgeous it was. I’ve only ever seen a few rooms and the courtyard style garden, but I love it.

“Your home is beautiful, Gray,” I murmur as we make our way downstairs to the kitchen diner.

The kitchen is a modern beauty, all pale quartz and dark cabinets with pendant lights over the breakfast island.

There’s a dining table that seats eight and an area with a couple of sofas around a glass fireplace with a large TV mounted above.

The room is all white and greys with an accent of bronze. I couldn’t have chosen better myself.

“I’m glad you like it, I want this to be your home too,” he casually responds as if he didn’t just drop a bomb. I just stare at him; quite sure my mouth is hanging open.

“What?” He laughs when he turns and sees my expression.

“You can’t just throw that out there like that,” I splutter.

“This can’t be a surprise to you,” he says whilst taking two bottles of water from the fridge.

“We’ve already discussed marriage and babies.

I’ve told you that I love you and you’re trying to tell me, that what?

Me wanting you to live with me is the shocker?

” Well, when he puts it like that, no, it probably shouldn’t be.

“Do you want to stay up for a bit or head straight to bed?” He asks, making his way back over to me.

“Bed sounds good.”

“Good girl, I need to be inside you.” I swear my pussy clenches in anticipation. He takes my hand and drags me back upstairs; we go through the entrance hallway and up another two flights of stairs. I had no idea this place was so big, his room is on the top floor, the fourth floor.

“This place is like a Tardis,” I mutter.

“I’ll give you a tour tomorrow, but right now, get naked.

” He’s already stripped off his suit jacket and is undoing the buttons on his shirt.

I make quick work of removing my clothes and lay them over my bag, which he’s placed on a chair in the room.

I pull back the covers and slide into bed, the side furthest from the door.

He slides in beside me and pulls me into his arms, dragging me beneath him, covering my body with his.

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” he speaks into my neck, placing kisses along my throat and biting down on the spot he loves at my shoulder.

He slides down my body, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking.

My hands find his hair and thread through it, loving the feel of it between my fingers and giving it a tug when he hits a sweet spot.

“Neither could I,” I breathe. I never have a problem sleeping, but last night, it was like my body had grown used to being in Gray's arms. I gave up at five, after tossing and turning for most of the night, and went for a run.

I headed into the office early, resigned to only getting a couple hours of sleep.

“No more nights apart,” he mumbles against my stomach, making his way down my body. He places a gentle kiss against my mound, before moving lower and lightly licking my clit.

“I should tease you. Edge you for spending the night away from me,” another lick.

“But it’s late and I’m desperate to be inside you.

So tonight, you’re safe.” With that he closes his lips around my clit and sucks, massaging me with his tongue at the same time.

Within no time at all my orgasm barrels through me and I scream out my release, my body arching off the bed.

Before I even have time to come down from my high, Gray is pushing into me, bottoming out with one thrust.

“Ah, fuck,” he groans. His thrusts are relentless, giving me no time to adjust to him, forcing me to take everything he gives me.

He lifts on to his knees and hammers into me.

I feel my pussy spasm, whether from trying to push him out or suck him in, I don’t know, but my pleasure builds.

His fingers find my clit and rub, I shake my head, mumbling protests under my breath, trying to escape the intense feelings he’s evoking.

This orgasm is going to kill me, the pleasure is too intense .

“One more,” he growls. “I need you to give me one more. Now!” My body, powerless to deny him, shatters.

The orgasm rips through me, my mind blanking to everything but indescribable pleasure.

I vaguely hear his shout of release before his body lands on mine, his billowing chest pressed to me.

He rolls on to his back, taking me with him and staying buried inside me.

Both of us a panting mess of tangled limbs.

“I love you so fucking much,” he huffs in my ear. Finding what little strength I have left, I raise myself up, pressing my hands to his chest; wanting to look into his eyes when I say it for the first time. His gorgeous blue gaze meets mine.

“I love you too, Gray,” I whisper. My words are quiet, but said with the complete conviction I’m feeling. I love this man with everything I am. His eyes widen at my declaration; his hand comes up to cup my jaw.

“My beautiful girl. What did I ever do to deserve you?” He murmurs.

“By being you,” I lean down and place a gentle kiss to his lips.

He sits up with me in his arms, carrying me into the en-suite bathroom where he sets me down on the marble counter.

It’s similar to the kitchen, but brighter.

There are white marble counters with a pale grey vein running through them.

I’m sitting between his and her sinks, my gaze takes in the walk-in shower, large enough for a small orgy.

But what holds my attention is the large egg like tub at the far end of the room with a skylight above.

I cannot wait to take a dip in that beauty.

Gray has soaked a wash-cloth in warm water whilst I’ve been ogling the room.

He gently places it against my used pussy and cleans me up.

“What do you need from your bag?” he asks.

“Just my toiletry bag, it should be at the top.” He comes back moments later, handing it to me. I jump down from the counter and move to the sink that doesn’t look occupied and start getting ready for bed. He finishes before me, placing a gentle kiss to the back of my neck as he passes.

When I head back into the bedroom, he’s lying in bed, the covers pulled part-way up his chest, one arm crossed behind his head, propping himself up slightly.

As I climb in next to him, he lifts his other arm, bringing me in to cuddle up against him.

I place my head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart and drape my thigh over his.

“Good night, baby, I love you,” he murmurs sleepily.

“Night, Gray, I love you too.” With his arms wrapped around me and his body as my pillow, I drift off into a perfect dreamless sleep.

***

Grayson

Sliding into Paige’s tight cunt is how I plan on waking up every morning for the rest of my life.

Her delicious heat wraps around my cock, squeezing me before she even wakes, her body responds to mine subconsciously.

She was fucking made for me. I know the minute she wakes, her gasp of surprise and pleasure a sound I wish to hear for the rest of my life.

“Morning, baby,” I rumble. My thrusts are steady and smooth, keeping a slow pace. She arches into me, a moan her only response. I lift her leg, opening her for me, taking her deeper with each thrust. I can feel my control slipping, my pace beginning to speed up .