Page 98 of Tell Me All Your Lies

I whimper at the idea.

“I love that.”

I move to the center of the bed and lean back on my arms. Grant keeps his eyes on me as he walks around to the front of the bed.

“Look at you. Beautiful as the best dream and all mine.”

“All yours.”

Fire blazes in his eyes as he leans forward and rests his hands on the edge of the bed.

“You know that’s what you are.”

“It’s all I want to be.”

“Come here,” he whispers.

I get up onto all fours and slowly crawl along the length of the bed.

“Look at you, being my fantasy come to life. Coming to me the way I requested. You’re dangerous like I’ve always desired,” he says.

“What are you going to do with me then?”

I sit back and let my legs dangle between his arms.

“Lie back, love. I need another.”

I tilt my head to the side in confusion.

“Lie back. Let me take care of you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you’re the only one in the room with me,” he taunts.

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. Now let me get a taste. I’ve been dying to find out what you taste like.”

“You have?”

Grant grins.

“Collins. Get your back on the bed now. The only words you’re allowed to say next are fuck, please, or yes, sir.”

I grin.

“Yes, sir.”

I fall against the bed, and my hair spills all around me. Grant’s hands go to the waistband of my shorts, and he slowly pulls them off. The silk teases my skin as he takes his time pulling them past my hips, down my thighs, and finally along the length of my shins and feet.

I feel the light weight of them gone altogether.

“No panties,” he gruffly says, almost to himself.

“No. I knew what I wanted when I changed.”

“Fucking perfection.”

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