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I grin, beaming up at him. I don’t think I could ever be happier.

Chapter Six

Grayson

I love you. That’s what I almost said.

But I know it’s way too soon. Especially knowing that she’s been through so much. I plan to show her how I feel in words and actions, and hope that she sees the truth of them and reciprocates my feelings in time.

For the first time that I can remember, I’m truly happy. I look into her gorgeous eyes and I see my future there. I know that I’ll give her anything in the world. I’ll do anything to make her happy.

Every foster house I lived in was hellish for me. Sometimes I was tolerated, but most times, I was alienated. I hurt a lot in those days until I learned to defend myself and eventually fight my way to the top.

I learned to cloak my anger with an indifference and coldness that allows me to navigate any space I want to be in. I have few loyal friends and fewer allies. Just the way I wanted it. I thought my life was seamless and perfect the way it was, until I met Sophia.

She’s a fucking goddess. A ray of sunshine in my cold world, and I’ll burn it all if it means I can have her. I’ll give the world to her on a diamond platter.

And somehow it turns out that she actually likes the cold, hard man I am. I can tell she adores the soft, gruff man that I am with her, while she also delights in the savage and brutal nature I hide beneath it all. It makes me love her more. She is fast becoming an obsession.

I wrap my hand possessively around her neck, humming at the spark of desire in her eyes, and draw her in to give her another passionate kiss. She loves it when I get possessive, and her responsiveness to my dominant nature makes me hard. I slowly release her lips, ready to lift her and eat her up on the kitchen island, when I notice a platter of honey-colored pancakes.

“You made breakfast,” I say gruffly, pressing a lingering kiss in the sensitive arch of her neck.

Her slight shiver fills me with satisfaction. I soften as her cheeks brighten to a shade of pink. Her shyness undoes me. “Yes. I wanted to make something simple to eat while you work. I didn’t know you’d finish work early.”

“That’s so sweet. No one has ever made me breakfast,” I admit. It’s hard to talk about my past, but I find that I want her to know everything about me. Nothing is off the table when it comes to her.

“Really?” she asks with a small frown.

I grimace slightly, and reply with a shrug. “I mean, no one ever made me breakfast and meant it. I grew up in foster care, and many families didn’t like the older kid. I guess it was just an obligation to feed me so I wouldn’t look like I’m starving when child services come calling,”

“That must have been traumatizing,” Sophia says, her tone sympathetic.

“Not really. I got over it, and it made me who I am today.”

“Still. I’m sorry you went through all that,” she says stubbornly, and I grin.

“Thank you, baby.”

I watch her reach for the platter of breakfast, and an idea occurs to me. I’ve already canceled all my plans for the day so I could spend time with Sophia, so I ask her if she’d like to watch some movies with me in the home theater after breakfast.

“That’s a great idea. I want to see what a home theater looks like,” she says happily as she plates our breakfast.

But after breakfast, we never get around to watching movies. Instead I find myself reclining lazily on the bed as I watch Sophia try on my clothes. She looks so cute in rolled-up sweatpants and a soft T-shirt knotted around her waist. It’s one of her greatest charms that she can look cute and sexy at the same time. I grab her new camera and take a picture.

She playfully strikes a pose, lifting both her hands in the air and bringing her legs forward on tiptoe as if dancing ballet. Her smile is playful and open. I take another picture. It’s amazing to see her being herself around me.

What begins as playful teasing soon turns into a full sequence of displays as Sophia tries on different outfits and puts on a show for me. At the sight of Sophia in my clothes, I grow stiffer until my cock pushes against my casual slacks, spurred on by the sight of her quickening pulse and the tight nipples that poke out of the flannel shirt she now wears.

“Come here,” I order, and I watch her hazel eyes flare with arousal.

I sit upright until both feet are planted on the marble tiles and wait for her to stand between my legs. My arousal is a painful ache that sends stabs of need to my groin.

“You’ve literally taken my breath away,” I say to her before stretching to kiss her.

My hand circles her neck and I gently pull until she’s kneeling on the bed between my thighs. She sinks her hands in my hair, gripping it tight. I bite softly on her lower lip and suck gently on it to ease the sting. She moans into my mouth, and desire shoots straight to my dick at the sound.

I slide my hands up her soft body under her shirt and gently knead her breasts. Then, I slowly play with her tight nubs, and her moans get louder with every tease and tug. My cock weeps in my pants and our melding of lips turns desperate and delirious. I slowly ease my mouth off hers and close my lips on her erect nipples, over the shirt. Sophia moans low in her throat, then throws her head back and arches her back.

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