I studied his handsome features. The small bump in his otherwise perfectly straight nose. The laugher lines by the sides of his face. Worry lines etched into his forehead and I longed to stroke gently over them with my fingertips. His thick dark eyebrows and long black lashes rivaled my own. The morning stubble adorning his strong jaw made my pussy clench. He was so . . . manly. What wasn’t to love?
Unable to resist touching him any longer, my index finger traced lightly over the arch of the cupids bow defining his mouth. How I loved kissing those damn lips.
His hand drifted from my breast and came to rest between my legs. One long finger found its way to my clit, slowly rubbing in small circles. Good God, was he doing this in his sleep? I bit my lip so as not to make a sound when all I wanted to do was groan out loud and spread my legs so he could get to other parts of me.
“Layla?” His voice was deep and croaky and his eyes still closed.
“Yeah?”
“Hi,” he breathed as he slowly opened his eyes and met my gaze, the corners of his mouth twisted upward.
“Hi,” I whispered back.
“You really are here. For a minute I thought it was just one of my dreams.”
Grayson dreamed about me? Really?
My heart swelled with joy. I wasn’t the only one having inappropriate dreams. It pleased me to know that somewhere inside Grayson was thinking of me the same way I thought of him.
“Yeah, I really am here. In your bed.” Naked and horny.
As if he read my mind, his erection—which had pretty much been pressed against my ass all night long—throbbed against my back.
“God, you feel so good. I’m never letting you go.” His low, husky voice made me go all soft and gooey.
Yeah . . . until the real world takes over.
Either Grayson was still drunk or he was talking in his sleep, because clearly he hadn’t thought this through. His eyes were still closed and a wicked sexy smile had spread over his face.
He started nibbling on my ear sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. I wanted him so much that my whole body ached for him. If this was the last time I could be with him, even if he was doing this in his sleep, I wanted it. Badly.
3: Grayson
I couldn’t believe Layla had stayed the night. I expected to wake up with a hangover and an empty bed. I wanted more of her, so much more that my cock ached to get back inside her.
Knowing I was the first man to fuck her made me happy me beyond words. But I also wanted to be her last. Now that I’d tasted her, been inside her, I wanted everything.
I didn’t want to think.
Thinking about the real world was scary as fuck. I didn’t know how to make this work. All I knew in this moment was that letting her go and pretending nothing happened between us would break me in fucking half.
How could something that felt so right be so wrong? In the eyes of the world, we were family, even though we weren’t related by blood. Milton Forbes would never allow a scandal to rock the share prices of his empire. He’d made that abundantly clear on several occasion when he’d fired prominent members of top management for overstepping the line.
I shuddered to think what his reaction would be if he found out about this. About us. Layla was like his own daughter to him. He’d fucking kill me for taking advantage of her vulnerability.
But, a lifetime without this, without her in my bed, would be torture. How could I pretend I didn’t want her for myself when she consumed my every thought? If I had to stand by and watch her get involved and marry somebody else—God forbid, a man like Matthews—it would rip my fucking heart out.
There had to be a way. I was smart. Somehow there had to be a solution.
But right now, my dick was doing all of the thinking for me. Throbbing like a motherfucker, it wanted inside her sweet pussy. She was already slick and wet, her pussy swollen and ready from my touch alone.
I kissed her ear and then her neck.
“Layla, I want you so bad,” I said, unable to keep my wicked thoughts to myself.
She turned to face me, slipping her arms around my neck and pulling me close to her chest. She smelled so good that I breathed her in. I rested my head between her breasts for a long moment, my eyes closed, just drinking in the sensation of peace and love surrounding us.
“I want you too,” she said simply as she presented her lips for a kiss. I kissed her deeply and even her morning breath was sweet. I worried that I still tasted like the scotch I’d overconsumed, but it didn’t seem to bother her. She kissed me with so much gusto that it set me alight and all I could think about was her.
“God, you’re sexy,” I groaned as I pushed her hair back off her face. Her eyes pulled me in and it felt like I could see right into her soul. I wanted to drown in her beauty. I kissed both eyelids, then her nose, her lips and then worked my way down her body. I wanted to map every inch of her with my mouth.
Sliding down, I sucked a plump nipple into my mouth. My tongue flicked and my teeth grazed the sensitive bud until she groaned.
“Good girl.” I smiled against her skin. I loved hearing her appreciation of what I was doing to her. It turned me on knowing she was taking pleasure from my actions.
My hand drifted back to her slick pussy, testing her wetness. Jesus, she didn’t disappoint. Her legs parted without me asking, giving me access to her core. One finger slipped inside. Not wanting to hurt my girl, I waited for her reaction.
“Like that, baby?”
She curved her back, bucking her hips to get closer. “Hmmm, yes. More please.”
God, she was so responsive. It drove me fucking crazy. Two fingers fucked her slowly, stretching her for my cock. I wanted her to feel nothing but pleasure this time.
I sucked and lapped at her tits as I kept stroking her pussy. My balls wanted to burst and my cock was desperate to slam into her, but I knew I had to go slowly. I settled myself between her legs, running my hard cock along the length of her pussy, mixing our juices to lubricate us both.
“Ready, baby?”
Her legs clamped around my waist and she pulled me closer to her.
“Yeah. Oh yeah,” she sighed dreamily, “so ready.”
I found her hands and laced my fingers with hers again. I’d never done this before with another woman, yet I wanted that strong connection with Layla while we fucked. She squeezed my hands, letting me know it was significant for her too.
My dick inched its way inside her slowly, gently. She felt so damn good. Warm and slick. Perfect for my cock.
I stared into her eyes. “Hi.”
The corners of her mouth turned up into a shy smile. “Hi.”
Slowly I built up speed, built up pressure. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head from the feel of her, but I forced them to stay open. I wanted to see her face when she came.
For a spilt second a cloud glazed over her eyes. Something made her sad. But it was gone as fast as it had come and left me wondering if I’d imagined it. I loved taking it slow with her, worshipping her body with mine, feeling her beneath me and responding to my movements, matching me stroke for stroke.
“Grayson, I’m so close. Your . . . um, your cock . . . it feels so good inside me.” Her cheeks warmed, yet she didn’t look away. It was sexy as fuck.
“Come for me, baby. Grip my cock with your pussy. I want to feel you clench around me.”
Sweet little Layla loved my dirty talk. Her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost completely black.
“Oh God,” she cried. “Grayson!” Her pussy swallowed me up to the balls and I felt her tighten as her orgasm ripped through her.
That was all I needed to come hard inside her.
This woman. She was everything I had dreamed of and more.
She was my heart’s desire.
4: Layla