Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Nothing is good. I’m never cooking again,” she states with sadness in her tone.
“Agreed. It’s probably best you don’t. We can hire a cook.”
Her hands come up from behind me, and she holds the cup in front of me. “I like the idea of a cook,” she muses.
“Good. Done and dusted,” I tell Avani as she smiles. “Now it’s time to go home.”
“Home,” she whispers. “I’ve never really had my own home before.”
Fuck.
It’s time to change that.
Chapter 31
How could he?
Avani
Grayson didn’t change the house.
It’s exactly the same as I left it.
Even down to the furniture.
We came back the day before yesterday, and I have been soaking it all in.
Unfortunately, Grayson was sick the whole way back.
No thanks to my spectacular cooking.
And when he was finally better the following day, he helped me unpack.
Now, he is out getting food, which I will not be preparing, but he’s been gone for quite some time. All my things are back where they belong, and I’m sitting on the couch, waiting for him to turn up. Turning on Netflix, I’m just getting into a show when the door finally opens. Grayson strolls in, his hands full of paperwork and food.
“You get lost?” I joke as he sits next to me and puts the food on the coffee table where my feet are.
He sits back, turning his body toward me. “No, I had business to take care of,” he says, holding out the paperwork. “This is in no way me buying you. This is for you, from me.” I take it from him, confused by what he means. That is until I see a deed to the house with my name on it.
Only my name is on it.
No one else’s just mine.
“What is this? I don’t own this place,” I ask, wanting an explanation.
“You do. I don’t need it, and you do. So it’s yours. But I will ask if I can move in.” He grins boyishly.
“That’s a no. I like my space.” I shrug. “Though, you can bring your shit here and sleep here, you know, for my booty calls.”
“Booty calls?” he asks, raising a brow.
“Yep. You know, when I want to see that fine-ass booty.” I put the paperwork down and climb onto his lap.
His hands wrap around my waist. “What are you doing?” he asks.
He hasn’t once pressured me or even asked me for more since we’ve been back.
He kissed me once but didn’t take it any further.
The thing is, I like domineering Grayson.
He turns me on like no one ever has.
“I want to fuck you. Is that not obvious?”
A small and deadly smirk finds his lips. “Fuck away. I’m all yours.” He puts his hands behind his head and leans back.
“No, no, that won’t do. I need you to pull your cock out. I’m not doing all the work.”
“Okay.” He reaches down and, with no hesitation, pulls it out. It’s already hard, as it points up between us.
I scoot back until I’m kneeling on the floor in front of him.
“What are you doing? I can’t fuck you from down there,” he says, reaching for me.
I push his hands away and lift the dress I’m wearing over my head. I am wearing nothing underneath. He pauses, then sits back and stares at me. His eyes leave mine as he takes in my body.
“Touch me, and I stop,” I warn. Grayson nods as I lean up and push his legs apart. “Lift your hips.” He does, and I pull the trousers down until they hit the floor. Then I push his legs back open, so I can move between them. Leaning forward, I kiss up his inner thigh until I reach his cock. He jumps just a little, his hands staying behind his head as he watches me.
“You teasing me? I have no patience to be teased,” Grayson says, his voice full of lust.
I say nothing back, simply letting my mouth do the work. I lick, taste, and suck in places all around his cock. At the base, at the top, just not touching where I know he wants me to touch.
“Avani…” He growls.
“Yes?” I say innocently.
“I don’t care for foreplay. I’d rather slide into you, so move it before I give in and break.”
“Break,” I whisper. “How interesting.” Just as I say the last word, I lean forward and cover the tip of his cock with my mouth.
“Fuck,” he swears. His hands move from behind his head, but I give him a look, and he stops, clenching them into fists as I try to take him as far down as I can without gagging. I do this three times before being suddenly lifted like a doll and placed onto his lap. “That’s enough. I would rather come in your pussy.”
I wipe at my mouth. “You were going to come that fast?” I ask, smirking.