Mistaken Identities (13 page)

“I never knew that.”

“I would never have crossed the line, and I resigned myself to be able to see you from day to day, to talk to you, maybe an occasional hug.”

She smirked. “Perv.”

He winked. “Then that happened. I didn’t want to ruin what you had, but I was also disappointed, angry, happy, a number of emotions. I don’t know what was right for me to do. Maybe I should have talked to you before going to Roman. Maybe everything wouldn’t have gone south the way it did.”

She shook her head. “No, no matter what your motivations were, it was good that it happened. We both know Roman, and he’s always been insecure. We understand the reasons, but it doesn’t change the fact that he couldn’t trust me. He probably wouldn’t have learned to over time. I loved him, but the fact is, he wasn’t a strong man.”

Grayson went still, and she recognized the old coldness in his gaze. She knew now it was a protective mechanism he had. “Do you still love him?”

“No. I told you. I feel nothing for him.” She thought about it. “Well, when he kissed me…”

“What?” A nerve twitched in Grayson’s jaw. Her belly fluttered, and she ran fingertips over the spot. Grayson of all men, she never would have guessed. He behaved as if he were crazy about her, but crazy wasn’t what she wanted anymore. That led to unbearable pain. She didn’t want to torment him or herself and resisted the longing that rose inside for this man.

“It grossed me out.”

He chuckled and made a
tsk
sound. “Can’t have that. I’ll have to see what I can do to erase the feel of his lips.”

“Gray?”

He nuzzled her neck, and an arrow of need shot between her legs. She shut her eyes and tilted her head. “I want you, but…” Pushing him back and coming to her senses took effort. “I’m going back to Los Angeles no matter what.”

He stayed silent a long time. Not a flash of hurt or even the coldness came over his expression this time, yet her words had to have impacted him. She needed him to understand.

“I can’t pretend I’m all grown up into this being that’s not affected by the past or that somehow I’m superior to Roman. What happened between us did mess up my head as much as it did my heart. I don’t want to fall in love, and even if I do, I refuse to give into it. Not like before. I
won’t
. Roman had everything in his hands, my heart, my life. He even paid my bills.”

“Damn it, I’m sorry, Tonya. It’s my fault.”

“No. It’s over,” she corrected. “And what’s done is done. All of us are who we are whether we like it or not.” She stood up and held her hand out to him. Confusion colored his handsome face, but he took it and rose. She laced her fingers between his. “I will have sex with you tonight, or rather, we’ll make love because…”

He squeezed her fingers.

She looked at the floor and then up at him. “Because I love you. And when it’s time, I’m going to leave and return to my life. I’m telling you now so you know. If you’re not okay with that, please take me to my hotel.”

“You drive a very hard bargain.”

“I’m sorry.”

“May I state my case?”

She shivered. “Okay.”

“I love you.”

Her knees quivered. “And?”

“That’s it.” He released her hand and grabbed her around the waist. The floor swept away, and she moved on instinct to wrap her legs around him. He marched the two of them from the living room to the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom. When he laid her on the bed, her heart’s erratic beat frightened her. Moonlight lit the room, and Grayson’s eyes glittered with danger and a promise.

He leaned back and unbuckled the strap at her ankle then tossed the shoe away. The other shoe followed before he started on her skirt. The material hit the floor, and he smoothed fingers over her mound through her panties. She sucked in a breath and shut her eyes, but Grayson’s voice made her open them again.

“Roman didn’t fight for you, but I guarantee you, Tonya, I will not lose you. I will go to the ends of the earth to make you mine.”

Her mouth fell open, and she widened her eyes. “Gray—”

“Shh. You said you would make love with me tonight, and that’s all I’m asking right now.” The ripping sound her panties made had her crying out, a thrill fluttering in her belly.

“Th-This isn’t making love, tearing my panties.”

“Isn’t it?” He bent down and sucked her clit. She screamed as an orgasm that surfaced way too fast exploded through her core.

“No,” she whimpered.

He looked up. “Don’t worry. There are plenty more where that came from.”

She drew her knees up, but Grayson captured them and forced them down. He pressed his mouth between her legs and ran his tongue along her slit. A shudder shook her, and she moaned his name. He sat up and tore his shirt open. Buttons pinged in every direction, and she stared at his hard, muscled chest, skin so taut. When he moved his hands to the band of his pants, she licked her lips.

“Let me,” she begged, and sat forward.

“Don’t you move.”

She dropped back to her elbows, content to watch the show. Grayson shimmied out of his pants and kicked them aside. When he lowered his boxers, she bit her bottom lip. He was already hard as a rock, and his shaft stuck out as if it too wanted to rip something, namely his underwear.

Grayson removed the barrier, and Tonya took in for the millionth time the look of his cock, so clean, long, and thick. He’d clipped the hair at the base, and nothing obscured her view of the bulging vein running to the perfectly shaped head.

“I want to suck it, Gray.”

She hadn’t meant for her tone to rise or to sound so breathless. Grayson had been focused on undressing, but at her words, his gaze flew to her face. “Come here.”

She slid down the bed until she sat on the edge, but he pushed on her shoulder to make her sink to the floor. Raising her chin with one hand, he stood in front of her and guided his cock between her lips with the other. A moan escaped, and she shut her eyes as she took him deep into her mouth.

“That’s right,” he encouraged her. “Please me. Take me deep, Tonya.”

She took him to the back of her throat and let him slide out before going for more.

“No, take it all the way.”

She released him. “I can’t.”

“Trust me. I promise I’m not going to let you get hurt.”

He seemed to be saying more than just sucking his cock, but she focused on the here and now. With his coaching, she relaxed and swallowed his shaft. At first, she gagged a little, but he withdrew.

“Do you want to stop?”

She shook her head. “I want it.”

“We’ll take it slow.”

Over and over, he pushed the head of his dick into her throat, and she tensed, but she refused to stop. The way he clenched his jaw and held himself rigid told her the feeling blew him away. She wanted to get him off deep-throating him, and she wouldn’t give up. After multiple tries, at last her fear eased, and she swallowed his cock. Grayson called out her name. He squeezed her shoulder and then relaxed. She knew by the lessening weight of his balls on her chin that he was ready to blow, and she slid her mouth up and down his length. At the same time, she reached around to his ass and stroked his cheeks. Grayson panted.

“Baby, pull back.”

She did as instructed. No sooner had she done so, come filled her mouth and spilled from the sides. Grayson swore and then shouted his pleasure. She’d never heard him let go so completely, and a surge of triumph rose in her. She allowed the thick liquid to glide down her throat and released him. Grayson cupped her face.

“You’re incredible.”

“Me?” she teased.

“You!”

He bent down, scooped her up by the waist, and dumped her at the edge of the bed. She was about to slide higher, but he flipped her so she knelt on her hands and knees. “Grayson…”

“All I want from you are moans,” he ordered, and licked her dripping pussy from behind. He didn’t have to ask twice. She scratched at the bed sheets and arched her back, begging for more.

He stuck his finger into her heat, and she clamped her inner muscles around his digit. Grayson pushed in a second finger and followed the movements of the two with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, Gray, it’s so good.
Please
.”

He leaned back. “Look at that wet little pussy. Is that for me, Tonya?” The deep rumble of his voice sent her insane with lust.

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to eat it?”

“Yes,
please
.”

“Say it.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Eat my pussy, Gray.”

“Such a good girl.” He gave it one long lick and then sucked her clit between his lips. She keened. He flicked at the tiny bud, starting a rhythm that brought her to the brink of another orgasm.

Just like that. Please don’t stop!

Grayson knew her body, and he seemed to sense her inner thoughts because he kept up the assault. She spread her legs wider and arched as deep as she could. Her pussy felt exposed and vulnerable, but she didn’t care. As long as he kept doing what he did. Waves of pleasure rippled across her core. Her arms and legs trembled, and her mind went blank. All she focused on was the feel of Grayson’s fingers pumping into her pussy and the skim of his tongue against her clit.

Her orgasm surged on one of the waves and crashed over into insanity. She screamed his name, and moisture gathered in the corners of her eyes. Grayson caught her up around the waist and continued to lick until the sensations eased. At last, she panted, relaxing, and her lover climbed over her.

She hadn’t realized she still wore her blouse and bra until Grayson shoved both up and palmed her breasts. He squeezed the globes and pinched the sensitive peaks between his thumbs and forefingers. She parted her lips to speak, but Grayson shifted his hips. The next instant, his hard cock filled her pussy, and he began a slow, wonderful grind.

“Yes,” she mumbled.

“I want you to come again,” he said at her ear.

“I can’t.”

“You can, and you will. For me.”

He punctuated his words by pulling on her nipples, making them sting. An aftershock rocked through her core. He rotated his hips and ground his cock deeper. Grayson was a dangerous man. At that moment, he owned her body and she knew it. She gave over to him, allowing him to command her every movement, her every word. He took her to heights she’d dreamed of but hadn’t experienced.

“Gray,” she whispered.

He turned her over and dragged her higher on the bed before lying on top of her.

“Again,” he said, this time his mouth at her throat. He raised her thigh and plunged into her heat. “Come for me, Tonya.”

“Yes. Mm,
yes
, Gray. Anything for you.”

Chapter Thirteen

Tonya stretched and curled her toes, listening to them crack. A chuckle made her open her eyes, and she realized Grayson lay at her side watching her. “What are you looking at?”

When she would have rolled away, he captured her and pulled her into his arms. “I’m looking at you. You’re beautiful in the morning.” His gaze slid from her eyes to her lips. “And in the afternoon, and at night. But in the morning, your lips are fuller. Very interesting.”

“You’re an idiot.” She laughed and smacked his arm. “Let me go, Gray.”

“Don’t wanna.”

She couldn’t help laughing some more, and joy burst up from inside. Squashing it down seemed impossible, so she let it do what it would for the time being. Gray let her roll over just so he could drag her back to him, his arms around her waist. He spooned her ass, and a twinge of desire sparked to life. The man had worn her body out last night, and the stupid thing wanted more.

“I’m hungry,” she announced as a way to get free.

His hold loosened. “Of course. You didn’t eat much yesterday. Let me call to check in with Aunt Linn’s nurse, and then we’ll see what’s in the kitchen.”

She agreed and waited while he dialed.
What would it be like to stay here with him all the time, to have his kids? Whoa!
She popped up from the bed and darted into the bathroom to shower. Thinking like that would get her into trouble, and worse—hurt. Time to get her head together and separate the fun of having sex with Grayson and the understanding that it was temporary.

By the time she’d showered and left the bathroom, Grayson was hanging up the phone. “Everything okay?”

He nodded, but his gaze roamed her body, hidden behind a towel. “She’s still resting comfortably. How about you drop that towel?”

“Um…no.” She glanced around the room. “I have no clean clothes here.”

“I don’t mind you going naked.”

She rolled her eyes at him, and he chuckled.

“In that drawer, there are some T-shirts. I’m sure every one of them will fit like a dress on you, which reminds me. You’re different than you were seven years ago. Well, the same too.”

She searched the drawer he indicated and found a T-shirt with his company logo on it. After donning it, she let the towel drop. “How so?”

“Back then you wore dresses very infrequently. You even dreaded having to wear one when you came to work for me. I told you business casual was fine, and that made you happy.”

She shrugged. “I adapted to what was necessary. Now, I love wearing them.”

“To show off your beautiful legs?”

She winked. “Don’t let anyone tell you women don’t use their charms in the workplace. It’s a lie.”

He held up hands in surrender. “By all means, use your charms on me.”

“You’re crazy. I don’t work for you.”

“You could.”

“Gray.”

He stood, walked over to her, and dropped his hands on her shoulders. “Stay here and work for me. We have a training department. You can head it up.”

“Wow, that’s generous, but no.” She tried to wiggle out of his hold and failed. “Gray, let me go.”

“No.” He drew her even closer until she had to tilt her head way back to look into his face. “I know you’re afraid to trust me, and you think I’ll let you down again.”

She glanced away. “That’s not it.”

He gave her a tiny shake. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re not scared of a relationship with me.”

She went still and stared at his bare chest rather than his face. When she spoke, she worked to keep her voice steady. “I didn’t know we were talking about a relationship.”