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I was holding her up from falling as much as I was using her for stability, so I didn’t take her down with me.

I’m ruined for all other women, and I’ll revel in the destruction until the day I die if it means she’s mine.

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Me: Can you come home for a minute?

My phone rings a heartbeat later.

“What’s wrong?” Greyson snaps over the line.

“Nothing, you grump. Can you just come here for a second?” I chuckle.

“We don’t text.”

“Yes, I know. Are you coming or not?” Heavy boots pound up the metal stairwell.

The door swings open, phone still to his ear, as he responds, “I’m here.”

He takes in every visible part of the apartment, looking for a problem or threat.

I planned it perfectly, waiting for a day the part-time employee was on shift while I lured Greyson upstairs. It’s taken me days to build up the confidence to make my move, and now that I have my chance, I’m freezing.

Ever since he took my pleasure with my own hands, I’ve been bonkers horny. It was never like this with Carter, not in the early days when he was putting on his Mr. Perfect act, and definitely not after we got married.

I’m not sure I’d ever been properly aroused before I met Greyson, because the pulsing need between my legs hasn’t abated since Valentine’s Day.

My unrelenting Greyson-craving is nothing new. My desire for him has grown with every stolen glance and grumbled pleasantry. It’s reached its inevitable boiling point.

“What’s goin’ on, Mia?” He’s going to crack a tooth if he grinds any harder.

When I don’t answer, he drinks me in. This morning, I dressed in stay-at-home mom chic, otherwise known as stretchy pants and a T-shirt or crewneck sweatshirt.

After taking the girls to school, I did a mini-pamper session, ensuring I’d be soft from head to toe, and smell irresistible.

Greyson’s intensity could catch my clothes on fire, and I’d gladly burn to please him.

“That’s my shirt,” he growls.

“It is. How do I look?” I tug on the hem playfully.

“Like mine.”

He’s across the room in a few long strides, his hands gripping my hips through the thin cotton of his well-worn T-shirt. It hangs just long enough to cover my ass if I stand still.

“What’s this about, Mia?” His grip tightens so hard it bites with pain I welcome because it’s proof he wants me.

“I’m showing you I’m ready for everything you promised.” His hands move around to my ass, fingers teasing the dangerously high shirt hem, callouses rough against my skin.

“Refresh my memory.” Greyson steps closer, his belt buckle digs into my stomach, and stubble scrapes against my cheek as he inhales the peaches I put on just for him.

“You promised to take me when we weren’t exhausted from a long day with the kids.”

“Mmhmm.” He brushes my hair over my shoulder to nuzzle into my neck, his hot breath somehow giving me chills.

“You promised to take me when we had the house to ourselves, so you could take your time.”

“Kids are at school.” He states the obvious, his length thickening against my hip. “What else did I promise, honey?”