“We’ve been over this, stud.” She ran a fingertip down the V of his partially unbuttoned shirt, leaving a trail of fire where she touched him. “You shouldn’t be giving that much of a tip to teenagers.”
“It was all I had, doll. I’m not about to wait for him to bring back change when I have better things to do with my time.”
“Yeah? What things would those be?”
Greyson bent, placing his arm behind her knees, and picking her up with ease. “You’ll see.”
She yelped with surprise and laughed. “Bring it on.”
GREYSON GENTLY SET Blaise on her feet, wrapping his powerful arms around her waist.
“You’re sure?”
He didn’t know what possessed him to ask the question. He had just given her an out that he was afraid she would take. Normally, Greyson would have no problem seducing a woman to give him everything he needed. But he couldn’t do that with Blaise. He needed to know she wanted this as much as he did.
“I’m sure.” Blaise stood on her tiptoes and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
That one, almost chaste, kiss was Greyson’s undoing. No woman had ever shown him this kind of tenderness. He was smart enough to realize that he was as responsible for that fact as the women he took to bed. Greyson just didn’t care about romance or tenderness. Now, standing here with the kindest, most beautiful woman he had ever met, he wanted nothing more than to sweep her off her feet.
GREYSON TOUCHED HER face with his fingertips. While Blaise appreciated the gesture, she instinctively knew that slow and soft is not what Greyson needed right now. He still hadn’t told her what had happened. However, judging from his demeanor when he showed up at her door, she knew it couldn’t be good.
“You don’t have to be gentle, you know,” she whispered close to his ear. Blaise nipped the lobe, smiling when his fingers tightened on her hips.
He grinned. “I’m trying to stay in control here, doll. You’re not helping.”
“I’m not? Hmm. Let’s do something about that.” She gave him a sultry smile, smoothing her hands down the front of his shirt. With a quick motion, she ripped open the shirt, causing buttons to fly.
Any ounce of restraint Greyson had went out the window, and he grabbed Blaise’s ass, lifting her until she wrapped her legs around his waist. “You’re playing with fire, doll,” he growled huskily.
Blaise smiled, burying her hands in his hair. “I like to live dangerously,” she breathed, then kissed him roughly.
Greyson responded immediately, tightening his grip on her firm ass, and carrying her to the bed. When he released her, she sensually slid down his body until her feet hit the floor. The look she gave him told him to stop wasting time, and so he did just that. Confident that she wanted this as much as he did, he was willing to abandon his earlier resolve to be gentle their first time together. There would be plenty of other times for him to show her his tender side—he hoped.
He watched in awe as she gripped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it off in a swift move. His eyes were fixed on her ample, tanned breasts that were covered with black lace. “Beautiful,” he whispered reverently, as he lifted his hands to her full breasts, squeezing hard enough to make Blaise moan.
Her golden eyes, darkened with desire, held his gaze as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. “Take it off,” she murmured.
Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me, he thought, curling his fingers around the straps of her bra. With a patience he wasn’t feeling, he stripped the lace down, revealing the smooth skin of the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. Small brown nipples hardened under his scrutiny, making his mouth water and cock grow impossibly harder.
He’s still holding back, she thought as she watched him take her in. Having him look at her as though he wanted to devour her in one bite was quite intoxicating. Not to mention extremely good for her ego. “Greyson?”
It took effort, but Greyson’s gaze left Blaise’s tits, traveling up to meet her eyes. “Yes, doll?”
Blaise pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and unbuttoned his slacks before finishing undressing herself. There, in all her naked glory, she pulled Greyson to her. “Fuck me.”
Blaise’s exquisite, taut body coupled with the vulgar words coming from her luscious lips had Greyson springing into action immediately. He undressed so quickly he felt like a teenaged boy about to lose his virginity. Wasting no more time, their bare bodies came together, and each of them let out a groan of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“Lay down,” he commanded.
She hesitated. Normally Blaise would have bristled at being given orders, but Greyson’s words held an unconstrained desire that she felt deep in her core. She sensed that he needed this control, so she gave in to him. For now. She sat down, scooting back towards the middle of the bed, and waited. Greyson’s eyes followed her, and she could feel the trail of heat wherever his eyes touched her. That same intense arousal she felt on the phone with him earlier in the day was back with a vengeance. This time even stronger as the anticipation of Greyson being inside her was nearly driving her mad. She could feel the wetness pool between her legs, and the need to have him fill her was almost painful. Still, she waited for his next words.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Although it was another command, the reverence in his voice excited her even more. Blaise spread her legs, exposing herself to a man she barely knew. A man who had captured her mind, and if she were honest with herself, a piece of her heart, already. The thought scared her as much as it excited her.
Greyson watched in awe as Blaise opened up for him. He hadn’t been sure if she would be receptive to his commands, but seeing this strong, beautiful woman, surrendering to him, amazed him. He had never felt this way about anyone before. Women were so eager to please him, they bent over backwards to give him what he wanted. It was the hesitation in Blaise’s surrender that captured his attention. She wanted him to know that her capitulation was not a given, but a gift. A gift he would cherish for as long as she would let him.
Greyson brought his hands to the back of Blaise’s knees, lifting them until both of her feet were positioned on the bed. “I’m going to taste you now,” he whispered hoarsely, watching her eyes flutter closed. Getting to his knees, and without preamble, he buried his face between Blaise’s legs. Her scent was intoxicating, mouth-watering. However, he didn’t bring out his tongue to play. Yet. Instead, Greyson planted soft kisses over her smoothly shaved mound, savoring the wetness that clung to his lips.
“Greyson, please.”
The need in Blaise’s voice caused Greyson to moan against her, making her hips buck at the slight vibration. God, he wanted to be buried deep inside her, but he fought the temptation to abandon his current position. She smelled too good not to get a taste.
Finally, Blaise felt the flat of his tongue give her a long, lazy lick from bottom to top, but somehow missing the one spot she needed him most. Just as frustration was setting in, she felt him suck her very sensitive clit into his mouth. “Oh god!” Blaise dug her heels into the bed, lifting her hips to push into him, needing more contact. His fingers dug into her thighs almost painfully, enhancing the sensation of his tongue that was now inside her. When she felt the stirrings of an orgasm, Blaise—with what she truly believed was superhuman strength—pushed Greyson’s mouth away. “Come here,” she panted.
Confused, and with a raging hard on, he had no other choice but to oblige. He made his way up her body, until he was on top of her, leaning on his elbows to keep his full weight off of her. “Why did you stop me?” he managed.
“Because I need you inside me, and you need that, too.”
He certainly couldn’t argue with her there. Leaning down, he kissed Blaise, her essence still on his tongue. His already racing pulse kicked up a notch when she sucked his tongue deep into her mouth with an appreciative moan. They broke apart when the need for air became urgent.
“Do you have a condom?” she gasped, so ready f
or him her sex throbbed with need.
Of course he had condoms. Greyson Steele was not a stupid man. He would never let a woman try to trap him by either trying to get pregnant, or faking a pregnancy. So, why did it sting when Blaise asked him? “Yeah,” he gruffed, hoping his disappointment wasn’t evident. He rolled off her, quickly grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
As he positioned himself on top of her again, she took the condom from him. He watched, transfixed, as she tore the package open with her teeth. “Lift up.”
He had no idea when he lost control, but Greyson had no complaints whatsoever when Blaise rolled the condom over his thick cock. He smiled when she wrapped her hand around him, humming her approval.
“This is going to be fun,” she smirked seductively.
He hooked an arm behind her knee, bringing her leg up, and opening her even more to him. “Yes, it is,” he agreed before burying himself deep inside her with a quick, hard thrust. He stilled himself, letting her get accustomed to the size of him.
“Jesus!”
He focused on her elegant face, taking in the dilated pupils, and the flush of arousal. “You okay, doll?”
“Perfect,” she answered as she began to move her body against his.
Goddamn. Perfect indeed, Greyson thought as he began to match her movements, thrust for thrust. He was still torn between wanting to take his time, and wanting to forget the horrors of the day.
Blaise could see the internal struggle, and decided to help Greyson out. “Unless you plan on this being our only time together, stud, fuck me now, and seduce me later.”
“Fuck, Blaise. I’ve never felt anything better than being buried deep inside you right now.”
His voice was powerful and possessive, making Blaise contract around him. He kissed her hard as he pounded even harder inside her, and the hard, thick, feel of him caused white hot desire to flow through her. Blaise was certainly no virgin, but she had never craved a man like she craved Greyson Steele. For someone like Blaise Knight, who shied away from deep emotional sex, it was a bit disconcerting. But she couldn’t deny that this was the best sex she had ever had, and it had just started. Every thought and fear left her when she felt Greyson’s teeth nipping her bottom lip.
“You feel so good.” Blaise’s breathing and heartrate increased with each thrust, and each grunt from Greyson’s magnificent mouth. One hand slipped down to grab ahold of his beautifully muscled ass, pulling him deeper. She fisted the other tightly in his hair, and wrapped her free leg around him.
The rough pull of his hair sent jolts of pain and pleasure through Greyson, while Blaise’s nails digging in his ass just about sent him over the edge. Every bit of stress and heartache of the past couple of days, dissolved inside Blaise’s arms. The heat of being inside her, the reality of her body beneath his, and the visual of Blaise in ecstasy because of him filled him with a happiness he had never dreamt he could have.
He thrust, harder and faster, setting a punishing pace which Blaise matched stroke for stroke. Sex had never felt this good for Greyson. He had been with some wild women in bed, but it always felt so contrived with their overzealous movements and over-exaggerated sounds of passion. Blaise’s husky moans, and the breathy way she said his name as her hooded, golden eyes kept their connection with his, made making love with her awe-inspiring.
Making love? Yes, he thought fleetingly. Even this fast paced fucking felt like… more to Greyson.
“God, Greyson! I’m going to come!” There was no way Blaise could hold on any longer. The man had talent! Sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and the feel of him grinding against her with every movement, brought Blaise to the edge faster than she had ever experienced before. She felt him rotate his hips, and gave in to the sensation, immediately clamping around him as her orgasm hit with such force, it took her breath away.
“Fuck, yes!” His heart clenched as she cried out his name in pure ecstasy. He thrust harder as she pulsed around him, and his own climax caused his ears to ring, and his eyes to lose focus. “Blaise!” Greyson’s hips jerked as he let himself go inside her.
They were both panting and sweating after such intense orgasms. A smile formed on Blaise’s full lips, and she pushed a lock of his sweat soaked hair off of his forehead. “I was right.”
Greyson peered down at her, taking in the dazzling smile, and the flushed cheeks, glistening with perspiration. He couldn’t help but smile back. “About?”
“That was fun.” He laughed heartily. With him still buried deep inside her, the vibration sent a thrill coursing through her sensitive core. And, a bit of soreness. “Whoa there, stud. I’m a little tender.”
Greyson sobered quickly. “Did I hurt you?”
His voice was filled with such concern, Blaise’s heart fluttered. She traced her fingers down Greyson’s cheek. “No, honey, you didn’t hurt me,” she reassured him, surprised how easily the endearment rolled off her tongue. She had never had the tendency to give men she slept with cutesy nicknames. “You’re just a lot to handle.”
Greyson smiled again, as much for the endearing term as the compliment. “Should I apologize for that?”
“Did I look or sound dissatisfied?” she countered with a smirk.
“Can’t say that you did, doll. Actually, you looked and sounded fucking sexy as hell. I loved watching you come.” Greyson kissed her gently. “That was amazing, by the way.”
“Yes. It was,” Blaise said seriously.
“I’m definitely going to seduce you next time.” He made a show of looking at the bedside clock. “Say, in about an hour?”
Blaise laughed softly. “How about you focus on feeding me first. Then we’ll see how my stamina is.” She knew it was getting late, and they wouldn’t have time to do this again properly before she had to go home. Now, if she could get him to agree with her without thinking she was running away from something more serious. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, she thought, sliding her hand down and slapping him sharply on his bare ass. Her eyes sparkled with amusement at his responding growl. “Out. I need food.”
He chuckled at her command, and slipped out of her slowly, enjoying the small bit of torture he knew he was giving her.
“Not nice, stud.”
“I was just following orders, ma’am.”
Blaise propped herself up on her elbows as she watched him slip off the condom and tie it at the end to dispose of it.
“Orders? Ma’am? Careful there, Greyson. I could get used to you calling me that.”
“Yeah?” His eyes raked over her gloriously naked body. “Judging by the look you have when your employee calls you that, I would have thought you hated it.”
“I’m not sleeping with her,” she stated, making his eyes snap back to hers. “The orders she carries out for me aren’t near as pleasurable to me as yours will be.”
Greyson caught her feet, pulling her body sharply down the bed until she crashed into him, her legs straddling his hips as he stood. “You want to order me around, doll?”
Blaise gave a nonchalant shrug even though her heartrate just jumped up to dangerous levels at his show of aggression. Odd, she mused. She had always thought of sex as 50/50. No one in a relationship should dominate the other. Now, although she still had the 50/50 mentality, it was finding out who would dominate first that intrigued her. “Maybe.”
“Quid.” Greyson leaned down and kissed her navel, letting his tongue tease her for a moment before continuing on. “Pro.” He sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, biting it until her hips bucked slightly at the sensation. “Quo.” He kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips. The length of his shaft—growing harder with each passing second—rested against her swollen bundle of nerves.
Just as she moved to press herself against him, he stood up right, and backed away. “Food?”
Blaise’s whiskey eyes, bright with mirth—and, a bit of frustration—narrowed at him. She stood as well, taking his cock into her palm. “Paybacks.” She stroked
once, and used her other hand to touch herself, and her abundant wetness. “Are.” She stroked again, bringing a finger, dripping with her essence, to his mouth but not letting him have it. “A bitch.” She released him, and sucked her finger into her own mouth with a hum. Blaise patted a stunned Greyson on the cheek, and walked away.
“WOULD YOU BE totally upset if I said this Sunday was too soon to meet your family?” Blaise expertly dipped her chopsticks into Greyson’s container of Szechuan Chicken, plucking a piece out and popping it into her mouth.
They were seated on the ultra-modern, but completely uncomfortable couch. Blaise wore the shirt she had ripped off Greyson, with one lone-surviving button keeping her semi-decent during the meal. Greyson had changed into a pair of loose fitting, gray sweats. It had been hard for Blaise to keep her hands off of him, seeing him this way, so relaxed and casual. There was, however, food involved.
She tucked a leg up under her, and fed him some Hunan Beef from her own container. She had noticed a flicker of disappointment cross his features before he schooled them away.
“Thank you. And, of course not, doll,” he answered after swallowing. “I told you if it made you uncomfortable, we could find something else to do. Unless you have other plans?”
His eyes were shrouded with concern, and… jealousy? “No, I don’t have other plans, honey. I just thought that maybe it would be a good idea to actually get to know each other before meeting the parents. Perhaps then your mother will like me.”
He chuckled. “Nora doesn’t like anyone. Hell, I don’t even think she likes me. What she likes is the prestige of the name.”
“All right, then. Perhaps she can learn to at least tolerate me if I know more about her son than he’s great in bed.” She stuck her tongue out at him when he laughed at her, retreating it just in time before it was caught between Greyson’s chopsticks.
“You don’t have to impress my mother, doll. There’s only one Steele you need to impress, and you went above and beyond that upstairs.” He opened his mouth wide, moving a little to his left, and caught the piece of beef she had chopstick-flung at him.
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