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But something about yesterday changed things between us somehow. Like there was a shift in our relationship. The whole thing felt dangerously similar to a date, but neither of us dared to call it that. And the most confusing part about it, is that Grayson was so set on our arrangement being purely sexual. He was so afraid that I’d fall for him and end up getting hurt, but when he does things like taking me on a borderline romantic horse ride and cooking for me, it makes it almost impossible to keep my heart out of it.

“Uncle Gray!” Reign calls out excitedly as she runs towards him and throws herself into his arms. He catches her with a quiet laugh, and I watch from the doorway as the big, grumpy man embraces my five-year-old niece like she’s the most delicate thing he’s ever touched.

I take advantage of Reigns distraction and let my gaze roam his body appreciatively. He’s got his signature dark wash jeans on, paired with a black t-shirt identical to the one I slept in last night and his worn, brown cowboy boots. Surprisingly, he’s not wearing a hat today and his hair falls in loose waves across his forehead.

The man is a walking, talking, temptation.

His eyes find mine over Reigns shoulder and I feel myself blush under his heated gaze as he returns my appraisal. It feels entirely inappropriate in the presence of a child, and I clear my throat as I turn towards the kitchen.

“Do you want a beer?” I ask, a slight shake to my voice.

“No, thank you. I don’t think we’ll be here long.” Grayson responds as he places Reign back on her feet.

Savannah and Hunter choose that moment to reappear, and I release a relieved breath when they announce it’stime to go.

CHAPTER 39

GRAYSON

We’re halfway through dinner when I feel a warm hand land on my thigh and begin moving dangerously close to my semi hard dick.

Inappropriate at the dinner table? Yes.

Controllable? Absolutely fucking not. Not with the woman that drives me fucking crazy sitting so close to me.

Liv decided to sit in the chair next to me when we took our seats and for the first twenty minutes or so, she done everything in her power to avoid making eye contact with me. All that done was amused me.

I could see the arousal in her eyes when she took her time checking me out earlier. My guess is she’s been wound up tight since the moment we left Hunter’s house.

Her breathing is shallow, and her cheeks have a deep flush to them that I know well.

My little vixen is turned on.

Her hand crawls higher and higher at a maddening pace, causing my dick to harden further against the zipper and my brain wars with itself on whether I should bat her hand away or guide it to the spot I want it most.

I risk a glance around the room, checking if anyone is particularly focused on the two of us, but they all seem to be absorbed in whatever my dad is talking about.

Her hand grazes my dick just barely and I resist the urge to thrust my hips upwards into her palm. I lean forward, placing my elbow on the table and clear my throat as I side eye Liv. The smirk on her face lets me know she’s well aware of what she’s doing and she’s enjoying every fucking second of it.

She pulls her hand away suddenly and stands, announcing that she needs to use the bathroom before she rushes out of the room. I wait all of five seconds before I’m pushing my chair back and following her, not missing the way Noah’s eyebrows kick up knowingly.

She’s just closing the bathroom door as I approach and I put my hand out, stopping her. She gasps as I push my way in the door and crowd her.

“What are you doing?” She asks, looking over my shoulder as though someone could have followed me.

“Get on your knees,” I demand, my voice firm and thick with arousal.

“What? No. We’re at your parent’s house. Anyone could walk in here,” she argues, but I see the challenge in her eyes.

She fucking loves this.

“You didn’t seem to care about any of that two minutes ago. Now, Get. On. Your. Knees.”

A sly grin crawls up her face as she slowly lowers to her knees and I unzip my jeans, pulling my cock free from its confines. Her eyes become hooded as she eyes the length, and without further instruction, she reaches out, wrapping her slender fingers around me before leaning forward and swirling her tongue around the tip.

She teases me. Running her tongue from base to tip over and over, never taking me into her mouth and I grip her ponytail, wrapping the silky strands around my fist once and tugging her head back until her eyes meet mine.

“People will notice we’re gone soon. Stop fucking around and suck.”

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