Page 246 of Lilah
"I was beside Grey, nice try," Lincoln gives him a pointed look.
I walk right up behind Grey and he leans back in his chair, obviously knowing I'm here. I bend down and press my lips to his cheek, face not booty.
He turns his head and kisses me on the lips.
"Kiss me Lincoln," Theo leans toward him.
"Piss off."
I hand him the coffee and when he raises his hand and places it on my gluteus maximus, I open my mouth up.
"Oh baby," I hear Oaklee's voice as he comes through the door, "can someone come and hold onto my ass?"
"What ass?" Lincoln questions.
"Wow, okay," Oaklee scoffs in a reply. I grip onto Grey's hand and move it up to my back.
"We need to have a discussion about the poor tree-"
"We already had one," Theo groans.
"Well, it's fuckin' funny so we're about to have it again," Lincoln smirks.
"Aw, look. You have a caramel frappe Greyson," Oaklee places his hand on Grey's shoulder, giving it a little squeeze before releasing him. I smile at the disregard coming from Oaklee at how much Grey hates to be touched. And I'm sure he really doesn't appreciate being called 'Greyson'.
"Touch me again," Grey stands, taking a hold of my hand, "touch meagain.And call me Greyson."
Oaklee backs down a bit. But I can tell he wants to touch him again just because he's insinuating that he better not or he's going to get kicked in the head.
All I see is cuteness. The way his eyes narrow in the slightest bit and how his nose scrunches up only a little.
Ugh, I love this fella.
"Pick up your caramel frappuccino cappuccino latte and follow your woman on out of here," Oaklee speaks possibly the most confusing sentence I've ever heard.
"Yeah, I fuckin' will," Grey picks up his drink, "jealous motherfucker."
He grips onto my hand with his empty one and turns back around right as we're about to exit.
"At least I'm not chasing after Lincoln's mom," Grey slams the door behind us and suddenly there's shouting on the other side.
"Is he actually?" I gasp.
"No. But I know Lincoln will knock him out," he pulls me into his office and shuts the door behind us. I take a seat in his nice spinny chair and he leans against the desk in front of me.
"I have quite a few things on the itinerary that need to be spoken about," I fold my hands together.
"Oh really?" he questions lowly.
"Number one: what on earth did you do to me?" I place my hand on my lower stomach and watch as his lips turn up.
"You know what I did to you," he runs his tongue along the corner of his mouth.
"I'm sore."
"I'm sorry," he bends down, placing a soft kiss on my temple.
"You should be sore too," I tell him.
