Secrets, Lies, and Summer Skies

Chapter Thirteen

I couldn't stay all night in Grayson's office, no matter how tempting it was to go another round with him. I'd already been there far longer than I ought if I'd just been dropping off his dinner. I imagined a fair few of his colleagues had some idea of what we were up to. Hell, they'd probably heard most of it, but we had to at least keep up the pretence that we were nothing more than family friends if we wanted to keep our relationship to ourselves a little longer.

It took me longer to dress than Grayson. In hindsight, he probably should have stripped down before we had sex. His shirt was crumpled, and the scent of our encounter clung to the fabric. I couldn't help but feel exposed in the tiny skirt, not least because of the roleplay. In office wear, I felt like a young employee who was about to take the walk of shame back to her cubicle after sucking her boss's dick.

After I buttoned my shirt, Grayson pulled me against his chest and crushed his mouth to mine. I luxuriated in him, pushing my fingers through his hair and pressing my tongue to his. One of his large hands was flat against my back. I couldn't help but feel warm and secure when he held me. I'd always felt safe with Grayson, and that hadn't changed just because we were sleeping together. His other hand was on my hip and the image of him tugging me off the edge of the desk to go down on me flashed in my mind.

I'd never been so horny with Trey, but with Grayson, all I wanted to do was fuck him all the time.

The kiss couldn't endure forever even if I wished it could. Grayson brushed the tip of his nose against mine when our lips parted company and confessed, "I still think this is wrong, Kitten. But I don't want to stop."

"Me either."

"What do we do now?" he asked.

"You could start coming home in the evening."

Grayson smiled and pressed his lips against mine briefly. "I didn't mean that."

"Why do we have to think that hard about it?" I looked up into his eyes through my lashes. Slowly, I trailed my hand down over his shirt, tracing the lines of his pectorals with my nails. "Can't we just let it happen and worry about the rest later?"

"I suppose if it's just a fling..." Grayson trailed off as his hand skimmed over my side. It ruffled my shirt on its journey to my breast. He cupped it over the fabric, his thumb teasing at the closest button as if itching to open it. One was already missing, lost to the recesses of his office, and I sensed that another round would see more suffer the same fate. Grayson drew in a deep breath through his nose and squeezed my breast tenderly. "This might all be over before the end of summer. Or you might drive me crazy for the rest of my life."

The hand on my back pressed until I was crushed against Grayson. I could feel his cock harden between us, already eager for an encore to our earlier performance. Just to torment him, I rolled my hips into him. It elicited a groan of longing from his lips.

"You should go." Even as he said it, Grayson buried his head against the side of my neck and brushed his lips over my skin. "If you don't, I'm gonna fuck you again and I won't do it quietly."

"You think what we did before was quiet?"

I felt his lips curl into a smile. "It was when I gagged you with my cock."

Heat flooded my cheeks. It was my turn to be flustered. "Then I guess it's better that I leave. I mean, if you want this to stay a secret, and everything."

"I think we both know that's best." Again, it didn't stop him from kneading my breast until my nipple hardened at his touch. "But I'll be thinking about you until I finish tonight and all the way home. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at my desk again without picturing your gorgeous, naked body spread out on it while you beg for my dick."