“You didn’t deliver the note,” Grayson teased, bending down to whisper in my ear.
The deli was only a few blocks from our office; I’d walked there in less than ten minutes so it wasn’t out of the question to think a coworker was there enjoying a sandwich as well.
“Grayson,” I hissed, turning out of his grasp and scanning the room for any familiar faces.
He chuckled and shook his head, pocketing his hands in a display of earnestness.
“There. Better?” he asked with a smirk.
I pressed my lips together to conceal my smile and nodded.
My entire body was humming with nervous energy, taking in the noisy deli, the delicious smells, and the fact that Grayson Cole was standing directly behind me with his hip touching mine.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, gazing over the menu that was written in chalk above the counter.
My stomach was wound so tightly I doubted I’d be able to eat a thing.
“Not really. I had a lot of coffee this morning.”
I turned to look up at him, to try and decipher what he was thinking. Was this really a casual lunch together? Or did he have more devious plans? Something told me not to let my guard down. My downfall would come if I got too comfortable, too used to his attention being aimed at me. I felt like I was at the top of a roller coaster: I knew that sharp drop was coming, the plunge to the ground. So I took a breath and held on to the high as hard as I could.
“Did you drive here?” I asked.
He pointed to his sports car out front, its gunmetal gray paint gleaming in the sunlight. The lines were sharp and sexy—a dangerous car for doing dangerous deeds.
“Let’s go,” I said, walking toward the door without waiting for a response.
I had a wild idea and I knew I’d lose traction if I paused for even a moment.
He followed me out and unlocked his car. The locks popped up and I swung the passenger door open so I could slide down onto the cool black leather.
“Where to?” Grayson asked as the car roared to life.
I turned toward the window and spoke with feigned confidence. “Somewhere close and secluded.”
A second later we were blazing down the boulevard, weaving in between cars and gunning it through yellow lights. My body pressed back against the leather as he pushed the gas pedal down harder. I studied the veins on his hands as he gripped the steering wheel with utter control.
We didn’t drive for long, a few minutes at most and then we were pulling off the road into the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse.
“Unbuckle your belt,” Grayson demanded as he swung the car into a spot behind the building.
Adrenaline was getting the better of me. I didn’t hesitate and as soon as I was free, he killed the engine and I slid over onto his lap. My high heels fell off in the transition and my head hit the roof with a thud. The space was too tight, but we worked together so that I could straddle his hips comfortably. This is happening. He was already working to push the hem of my skirt up to my waist. The thin fabric ripped, echoing our actions throughout the interior of the car.
“Grayson,” I whispered as his hand hit the inside of my thigh.
Last night wasn’t the end.
I couldn’t move in the confined space. If I leaned back I’d honk the horn, so I leaned against him, letting my head fall to his shoulder and my lips press against his neck. My breath faltered as his fingers slid higher, our devious actions starting to become harder to fathom.
“Unzip my pants, Cammie,” Grayson demanded with a rough voice.
Our bodies were sealed together, so I had to slide my hand down between us, feeling my own soft curves against his hard chest. My hand skimmed over my breast and my back arched in response. Grayson groaned beneath me, clearly enjoying the way I pressed down against him as my back arched further.
“Now, Cammie,” Grayson urged, digging his fingers into the back of my thigh in a painful show of power.
I bit down on my lip, stifling a cry.
His zipper was easy to find and even easier to slide down.
“Pull your panties to the side,” he said as he drew his fingers to his mouth, wetting them with his tongue while he waited for me to follow his instructions.
I did what he asked, feeling the cool air against my sensitive skin. And then he was there, dipping his fingers inside of me and dragging me down further into my fantasy.
“Let yourself slide down,” he begged into my ear as my eyes rolled back.
This was it. This was the top of the ride. The ascent was over and the impending plunge would ruin me for life. I knew all of that, and still there wasn’t a moment of hesitation as I gripped his shoulders and let my thighs relax. He watched me with rapt attention as I slid down millimeter by millimeter.