Page 55 of In A Mood For Mr. Wrong

Grayson leans forward, his blue eyes sharp. “So what’s the plan?”

I hesitate. “I think… I think I need to take the CEO offer.”

His expression darkens instantly. “No.”

I grip the edge of the desk. “Grayson, if I don’t…”

“She’s manipulating you, Margot.” His voice is low, edged with frustration. “You take that job, and you think you’re keepingPerfectly Matchedsafe. But all you’re really doing is giving her more control. More leverage. And in the end, she’s still going to cut you out.”

I shake my head. “Then what do we do?”

He exhales sharply, then pushes his chair back and stands. For a long moment, we justlookat each other. Then, without warning, he moves. One second, I’m standing behind his desk. The next, my back is against the wall, and Grayson is in front of me, his hands braced on either side of my head. My breath catches. His voice is low, rough. “I don’t give a damn about the company if it means losing you.”

I swallow hard. “Grayson…”

His fingers brush against my jaw, tilting my chin up. His lips are so close to mine that I can feel the warmth of his breath.

“You’re mine, Margot,” he murmurs. “No matter how much you fight it.” And then, he kisses me. It’s not soft. It’s not gentle. It’s a collision, heat and desperation, tension snapping in an instant. I don’t think. I just kiss him back. For now, everything else can wait. He exhales sharply, the sound almost a growl, then shoves his chair back and rises in one fluid, determined motion. For a moment, time stretches, thick with everything unsaid, as we stare at each other across the desk. The air crackles. Then he moves.

One second, I’m standing frozen behind his desk. The next, my back hits the wall with a soft thud, and Grayson is there, towering over me, his hands planted firmly on either side of myhead. I can barely breathe, not from fear but from the way he’s looking at me. Like I’m the only thing that matters.

I gasp into his mouth, but he’s already deepening the kiss, one hand sliding into my hair, the other gripping my waist like he can’t stand the idea of letting go. I don’t resist, I can’t. We move towards the sofa. My fingers clutch at his shirt, tugging him closer, and he groans into the kiss like he’s been waiting forever for this, maybe we both have. Right now, there’s no legacy, no company, just us, and I don’t want it to stop. Without warning, he grips my hips and drags me to the edge of the sofa, his eyes dark with intent.

“Keep your legs open,” he growls, voice rough with command.

My breath hitches, but I obey, the heat between my thighs pulsing with anticipation. He positions his cock at my entrance, and for one agonizing second, he holds still, just long enough for me to feel the full weight of his control. Then he thrusts into me, hard, deep, relentless. My gasp turns into a cry, the sudden fullness making my eyes water. He doesn’t pause, doesn’t soften. His grip tightens, fingers digging into my skin as he sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust forcing a moan from my lips.

“Take it,” he growls against my neck. “All of me.”

I can’t think, can’t speak, only feel. The way he fucks me is ruthless, claiming every inch like he’s branding it. My body trembles beneath him, every nerve lit up and aching, pleasure building fast and brutal. His pace quickens, wild now, untamed, like he’s chasing something he’s needed for far too long.

“I’m yours,” I choke out, dizzy with how good it feels.

And then I’m gone, falling apart around him, dragged over the edge with no mercy, no return.

He follows with a guttural groan, spilling into me as his body shudders, still holding me like he’ll never let go. He twitches and thrust until he has nothing left. He lowers himself over me,careful not to crush me, and I feel the slow drag of his mouth against my neck, softer now. Reverent. His heartbeat hammers against my chest, and I wonder if he can feel mine too. Because this… this wasn’t just sex, this was something else entirely.

40

GRAYSON

Iwake up before the sun rises, the city still cloaked in early morning darkness. My suit jacket is draped over the back of my office chair. The top buttons of my dress shirt are undone, my sleeves rolled up to my elbows. My entire body is still humming with the aftershocks of last night. Margot. Margot in my arms. Margot, pressed against me, her lips tangled with mine, her hands gripping my shirt like she needed me as much as I needed her. I drag a hand over my face, exhaling slowly. What the hell have we done? It wasn’t just a lapse in judgment. It wasn’t just old habits resurfacing. It wasus. The fire, the tension, the absolute inability to stay away from each other. And now? Now, we have to deal with the consequences.

A soft knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. My pulse jumps, but when I glance up, it’s not Margot. It’s Olivia.

She steps inside, shutting the door behind her. “Good. You’re up.”

I arch a brow. “Didn’t realize my schedule was your concern.”

She ignores my sarcasm and drops a folder onto my desk. “Eleanor just made her move.”

I push away the remnants of last night and snap into focus. “What did she do?”

Olivia slides into the chair across from me, crossing one leg over the other. “She’s set up an emergencyunofficialboard meeting for later today. No official invites, no paper trail. Just afriendlygathering of select members to discussPerfectly Matched’sfuture leadership.”

My jaw tightens. “And I assume Margot and I weren’t invited?”

Olivia smirks. “Oh, sweetheart, of course not. That would imply she’s giving you a chance to fight back.”

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