I moaned and pulled him into me, digging my nails into his back. As he arched his back he buried himself further into me, making me moan in return.
He was so damn good at this.
“God, Greyson. Please.” I moaned, begging for him to push harder. Faster.
And he did.
Until I was coming and screaming his name, pressing myself into the sheets, bunching them up and grabbing his sheets and twisting them up.
I screamed out again bucking into him as he came along with me. Our pleasure shared he sunk into the bed and pulled me into his arms.
“I was wrong when I first met you.” He said nuzzling into me. “When you handed me that drink I knew I needed to sample you. I thought one time would be enough. But after the first time I was hit with the powerful urge to have you over and over again. I knew that even though I’d had a taste I needed more. I still need more of you. I don’t know if that will ever go away.”
What was he saying? I blinked, was I just a piece of ass to him, or was he saying something else?
“What do you mean?” I asked slowly, trying to decipher it. My mind was starting to spin with the possibilities and I needed the truth. Honesty.
“What I mean is, I am falling for you too.” He kissed my temple and then pulled me into him. “I won’t let you go. Not now.”
I swallowed, too fearful of the future to allow my heart the chance to soar. He was still part of an organization that could cause his death any moment. But this moment. This was mine.
And I wouldn’t give it up for anything.
Greyson
I sat down at the conference table and looked around at the group of men sitting there. All of them were my father’s lackeys. They all belonged in this room but I felt like the outsider. I almost never attended these meetings in person, no it was all over the phone. I put myself as far away from the business as possible, choosing to run the factory separately.
But I was here today for good reason.
“It looks like profits are up across the board in all sectors,” David said as he went through a chart on the overhead. He droned on and on about business, but I could only think about one thing.
Snapping his fucking neck.
It felt like all I was doing lately was going around warning people away from Joanna. But that was love, wasn’t it? I couldn’t tell anymore, I was so driven by anger at anyone that would threaten her. I didn’t think her uncle was one of those people, but I knew without a doubt that David was.
That’s why I’d made it a point to go into the office today, take a day away from the factory and put myself into as close a proximity as possible to him. I needed to speak to him. To let him know that I was on to him, and that under no uncertain terms would he continue to visit Joanna. He wouldn’t threaten her or I would kill him.
I was going to kill him anyway, but it wasn’t the time.
Not now that he was on my father’s good side. No, his death was going to be slow in coming, but it would be sweet. We had business to run in the meantime and dealings that were legitimate and illegal to oversee. I couldn’t compromise that for pride.
But I could tell him exactly what I was thinking.
“Can I see you in my office?” I asked him at the end of the meeting. I still, technically, outranked him, and when I wanted an audience I got one.
“Sure, what time?” The look in his eyes only served to further piss me off. It was like he knew something that I didn’t and he was teasing me. Flaunting it over me.
Did he know I knew about his little rendezvous with my woman? I’d heard about his meeting in the coffee shop with her. I had eyes and ears all over the place.
“Now.” I ordered, walking away. I had the suit, the pedigree, and the position. No one was going to get the best of me in my city.
Especially not my vile little half-brother.
“What is it?” He might as well have added “dick” at the end of the sentence because that was exactly how he said it.
“I think you know what this is about.”
“Your absenteeism?” he said, the snark in his voice palpable.
“I’ve been busy running other aspects of the company, so sadly, no. It’s about my fiancée.” I glared at him.
“Oh, Joanna? Your forced bride?” He said as he crossed his arms.
I walked up to him, getting as close as physically possible. I was not going to let him intimidate me. No.
“You better stay the fuck away from her, you understand?” I said the words as slowly, as deliberately as possible. I wanted him to understand exactly what the stakes were. I wasn’t going to back down from a man like him.
“Oh I understand, I understand that you have something you want to keep safe, and I have a bargaining chip.” Another fucking answer I didn’t want to hear.