Page 59 of Endeavor

“Yes.”

“Well, you’re about to have something even better,” he declares as he butters slices of bread and places them in the pan. He loads the paninis with various sliced cheeses and smoked turkey slices.

I pour us glasses of wine and take a seat at the small nook in my kitchen. “Can I help with anything?”

“Nope, this will be ready in a minute. Just spread some guacamole on top and voilà, my world-famous sandwiches.”

I laugh. “World famous, huh?”

He winks. “Well, LA famous anyhow.”

“I didn’t know your family made so many world-famous foods.”

He chuckles as he slides my sandwich onto a plate and cuts it diagonally. I take the plate from him and follow his instructions with the spread before taking a bite. He stands waiting for my verdict.

I hum my appreciation. “You weren’t fucking kidding, this is amazing,” I declare.

He leans down and kisses me. “Don’t make sounds like that, or I won’t let you finish eating it,” he growls as he nips at my lower lip.

“Maybe I want that,” I whisper as I look into his eyes. I’m not one to rush going to bed with a guy, but I’ve been struggling to find reasons not to for the last week. Every time we mess around, it takes all my willpower to not force him to do all the dirty things he whispers in my ear. And for some weird reason, he’s restrained himself. It’s the opposite of the rock star persona.

He pecks my cheek and pulls back. “Let’s eat first. I’m famished and I want to talk to you.”

“Uh-oh. That’s never a good sign,” I say hesitantly as I take another bite.

“It’s not bad, I promise.” He finishes making his sandwich and takes a seat on the other stool. After taking a bite, he looks at me. “I talked to my mom about my half brother.”

My eyes widen as I set my sandwich down. “When? What did she say? Was she alright?” I question.

He holds up a hand. “It’s OK. It turns out she knew about my dad’s affair but not his son. We spoke to our publicists and have a game plan. Now, I just need to contact him. I’m going to say I have some information about his father and want to meet with him at this resort nearby.”

“That’s great, Grady.”

“I hope it will be. I’m nervous,” he admits. I reach under the table and squeeze his knee.

“It’ll be alright. You’ll see. And at the very least, you’ll have answers.”

He nods, taking our plates and placing them in the sink.

“Now, about dessert…” He trails off as he places some chocolate syrup on the counter. I eye him suspiciously. He saunters over to me. “Hold out your hand.”

I comply and he pours a little syrup on my finger and then sucks it off slowly. I’ve never felt so completely on fire with need in my life. Every nerve ending lights up as his tongue circles my finger.

“I need to taste more,” he says in a low gravelly voice. He doesn’t have to ask twice. I pop up from my seat, grab his hand, and pull him into my tiny bedroom. A frenzy of removing clothing begins once we are inside, until we’re in our underwear, panting as we gaze at each other’s bodies.

“Fuck, you are perfect,” he hums as he steps forward and runs a hand down my side. I shiver from his touch and his absolutely penetrating stare.

“I want to see all of you,” I demand, my voice stronger than my nerves. I’ve had dreams about seeing this man naked for days now. I can’t fathom waiting a moment longer.

“As you wish,” he says, and I grin at the movie quote from The Princess Bride.

He slowly lowers his boxer briefs and my eyes widen. Oh. My. Fucking. God. His smirk speaks for itself.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“Oh yeah.”

He laughs and steps forward. “My turn,” he says. I unhook my bra and let it fall from my body. I hear him suck in a breath. He steps forward again, but I step back, hooking my thumbs in my panties, I shimmy out of them, kicking them to the side. Normally, I’d feel reserved at this moment, but right now, I’m feeling bold.

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