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I turn to him, my heart swelling with emotion. "And am I... am I one of those people, sir?"
“Well I have all this house to myself… and I just do better at work. So good investment, if you ask me.” His gaze softens, his hand cupping my cheek. "Amara, you're not just one of those people. You're the person who matters most to me. The person I want to build a future with."
I lean into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed. "I want that too, Grayson. More than anything."
He pulls me closer, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that's both tender and passionate. I melt into him, my hands fisting in his shirt, my heart soaring with the promise of what lies ahead.
When we finally pull apart, breathless, Grayson rests his forehead against mine. "Stay with me tonight, Amara. Let me hold you, let me show you how much you mean to me."
I nod, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Grayson. I'll stay. For as long as you'll have me."
He smiles, his eyes shining with love and devotion. "Then I hope you're prepared to stay for a while. Because now that I have you, I'm never letting you go."
As he leads me up the grand staircase, our hands clasped tightly together, I feel a sense of joy and excitement that I've never known before. The future may be uncertain, the risks may be high, but with Grayson by my side, I know that we can face anything.
8
AMARA
My nerves are raw. Grayson looks incredible in his suit as he holds open the door for me. Dinner might be over, but the night isn’t. Mixing business with pleasure was never something I intended to do, but I’m not sure I can help myself.
There’s something about Grayson that draws me in. I want to touch him. I want to run my hands up and down his chest. I want to comb my hands through his perfect hair. And hearing him confess that he has feelings for me is just the icing on the cake.
He turns to me and takes my face in his hands, his eyes burning into mine.
“Amara,” he says my name in a hot whisper, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, alright?”
I nod, looking down at my feet. “Alright.”
Grayson tilts my chin up and our lips meet in a searing kiss that makes my bones melt. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I moan into him, all thoughts of work and the possible repercussions of this vanishing from my mind.
His mouth is hungry and demanding, his hands moving up and down my backside, pulling me closer to him. I ache for him, I want to feel all of him against me. I break the kiss and look into his eyes.
“I want this,” I say, leaving no room for doubt.
Grayson growls and in one swift motion, he has me pressed against the wall, his hips grinding against mine. Heat pools between my thighs and I realize just how much I’ve wanted this.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Amara,” he says against my lips before he’s kissing me again, his tongue dancing with mine.
His hands roam my body, seeking out every inch of me as he undresses me. He feverishly races the ruby dress off of my body, throwing it to the floor. He stops at my lace panties, his amber eyes locking with mine. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice a husky rasp.
“Grayson,” I moan, arching my hips towards him.
He smirks and hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, pulling them down with a growl before discarding them on the floor. “I’ve dreamt about this,” he says, grazing his lips along my jawline before nipping at my earlobe.
I whimper as he moves lower, kissing a trail of fire down my neck and across my collarbone. My breath hitches as he cups my breasts through my slip, teasing me through the fabric as I arch into his touch.
“Grayson,” I whimper.
“Shh,” he soothes, slipping it off of my shoulders to reveal my lace bra to him. He groans and pulls back for a second. “You’re driving me insane.”
I smile and reach for his belt, undoing it and his pants fall to the floor. His erection strains against his boxer briefs, thick and long. My mouth goes dry. I can’t believe this is really happening.
Grayson steps closer, his erection pressing against my center and I whimper. “Bedroom,” I croak out, unable to form a coherent sentence.
He sweeps me up in his arms, carrying me upstairs to his master bedroom without breaking our connection. He lays me down on the bed and joins me, his weight pinning me down as he runs his hands up and down my sides. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says again.
“Me too,” I admit, running my hands up and down his chiseled chest.
