Page 150 of Elevator Pitch

I still can’t believe it.

I’m in love.

“I love you, too,” he assures me, adoration in his gaze. I aim my chin up, and he steals a kiss that silences my thoughts. It’s rough and passionate—he squeezes the back of my neck, and I let out a moan as I reach out for him. I tease my fingers over his bulge, signaling how desperate I am to taste him. He growls into my mouth, and I capture it, nipping at his lip when we come up for air.

I drink him in, and I’m enraptured all over again.

Greyson lovesme.

I plan to cherish this, but right now, I want to enjoy this time before our day begins. I lay back, lifting my hips to slide my panties off. His gaze sets my body on fire.

I move to toss them on the floor when I get an idea. I'm reminded of the time he threatened to gag me with my panties, and I’m intrigued. I stretch forward as if I’m going in for a kisswhen I demand he opens his mouth for me. He obliges, and I ball up the panties in my hand and place them in his mouth. He feigns surprise but moans with a full mouth.

“Good boy,” I say, taking a page out of Audrey’s book, and he whimpers as he waits for my next move. I sit up on my knees and crawl down the bed, making a show of it before I settle between his legs.

I curl my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, and his dick springs free. My mouth waters at the sight. I shuffle around on the bed as I tug them off. He lifts his hips to make it easier for me, and I toss them aside.

He lays back, folding his hands behind his head. I bend over and arch my back, giving him a nice view of my curves. I wrap my hands around his dick, stroking softly as I flatten my tongue, working him into my mouth. He throws his head back as his muffled moans fill the room. My thighs become slick with arousal from how vocal he is. I love how he responds to me when I take charge. I remove my mouth and spit on his dick, stroking it with one hand and taking him deeper into my mouth. His hips jut up as he fucks my throat. I’m overwhelmed with the need to touch myself, and my core is throbbing.

I don’t fight the urge to gag because he loves it. He slows down his movements, and I take him deeper while gradually moving my lips up the shaft, sucking harder as I reach the tip. I reach down to my core to rub soft circles around my clit and moan around him. His fists ball up with the sheets, and his moans grow louder, giving me the silent praise I crave.

I remove my mouth again and twirl my tongue around his tip when I hear clattering in the kitchen. My eyes widen in shock, and I stop abruptly. Concern etches across Greyson’s face once I sit up and listen harder. “Um, baby?”

“Yes?” he attempts in a muffled response. When he hears himself, he removes the panties and holds them in his hand.

“It sounds like there’s someone in the kitchen.”

His thick brows wrinkle when he asks, “What time is it?”

I glance over at the clock on his nightstand and see it’s 10:15 a.m.

“Oh, that’s the chef making us brunch. I told her to get here around ten,” he responds calmly, like that was a normal thing to say.

I whisper-shout, “Are you being serious right now? Grey, what chef has a damn key to your house?”

“TheElenachef, who also doubles as my best friend,” he adds matter-of-factly. His eyes rake over me, satisfied with my outfit choice. I’m only wearing a shirt,hisshirt.

A devious smile stretches across his face. “Now, where were we?”

“Grey, what if she hears?”

“She isn’t going to care. Trust me. Since when do you care if someone hears, Princess? You think Estelle doesn’t hear what I do to you? She’s right next door.”

I feel myself blushing. “Sothat’swhy she looks at you like that.”

“She hears me do filthy things to her neighbor and flirts every chance she gets.”

“Is that right? I suppose I need to work on my volume then. I’m certain she’s more experienced than me,” I say teasingly.

“You don’t need to work on anything.” He ponders, then adds, “in fact, if you’re open to feedback, I?—”

I silence him when I toss a pillow at his face.

“Okay, okay,” he says while chuckling, raising his hands in surrender. “I was just going to say I think you could benefit from making even more noise for me.”

“Sure, you were,” I answer with an eye roll.

“Are you really going to start lowering your voice when I’m inside you from now on?”

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