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It sends chills down my spine, making me whimper in response. “Grayson, I can’t...”
“You can,” he insists, driving into me harder. “We’re going to come together.”
His certainty is infectious and I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper inside me. Grayson pumps into me with a newfound urgency, his kisses growing more passionate and ferocious. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing in slow circles that has my vision blurring.
“Oh god, Grayson,” I gasp, feeling that familiar coil tightening in my stomach.
“Not yet,” he growls against my neck.
He drives into me even harder, his balls slapping against me as he pounds into my core. He pulls out almost completely before slamming back into me and I scream out his name.
“Grayson!”
I feel him twitch inside of me and then he’s groaning into my ear. “Now, Amara. Now.”
And just like that, the coil snaps. My orgasm crashes over me in sheeting waves of pleasure and I scream out Grayson’s name again and again as I come around him.
“Amara!” He shouts as he plows into me one last time before I feel him pulling out and releasing over my belly.
Panting hard, we lay still for a moment before he rolls off of me to lay on his side, pulling me close against him. We're both drenched in sweat but neither of us cares as we lay there in the aftermath of our climax.
“That was...amazing,” he murmurs against my skin as he plays with strands of my hair.
I laugh softly, too spent to do anything else but nod in agreement. “Yeah...it was.”
“And we've only just begun," Grayson whispers into the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine once again. His words promise more nights like this, more shared intimacy, more of him, and I find that I can't wait.
9
GRAYSON
The workday following our intimate night, I find myself sitting at my desk, staring blankly at the stack of papers before me. My mind is reeling, thoughts of her consuming me, making it nearly impossible to focus on the task at hand.
Like how did I ever live without her?
I lean back in my chair, running a hand through my hair in frustration. This isn't like me. I'm Grayson Winthrop, the man who's always in control, always focused on the next big deal, the next challenge to conquer.
But now, with Amara in my life, everything feels different.
I think back to our dinner, to the way she looked at me, the way her hand felt in mine. It was like coming home, like finding a piece of myself I never knew was missing.
And now, I can't imagine my life without her.
But as I sit here, staring at the looming deadline for the biggest account of my career, I can't help but wonder if I'm going soft.
If my feelings for Amara are clouding my judgment, making me lose sight of what's important.
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.
No, I can't let that happen. I've worked too hard, sacrificed too much to get where I am today.
I can't let my guard down now, not even for Amara.
A knock at the door startles me out of my reverie. "Come in," I call out, straightening in my chair.
Amara enters, looking as beautiful as ever in a sleek black dress that hugs her curves in all the right places. I feel my heart skip a beat, my palms suddenly clammy.
"Good morning, Grayson," she says, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I have those reports you asked for."
