You know what they say... All that glitters isn't gold.
Meet Greyson Charles, a twenty three year old heiress who has only ever known life in the lap of luxury. She gets anything she wants, and in this case: she wants him. He's the only person who...
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"I've told you about not using your crutches, jagiya." Makoa tsked, walking up and wrapping his strong arms around my waist, pulling me down from the kitchen counter I was currently kneeled on. "What's with this aversion to following my instructions?"
"I don't know.. It's just so much more fun not to." I let out a small laugh. My laughter only lasted briefly, falling to a halt when Makoa's hand came down on my ass, hard. "What the hell?"
He smacked my ass once again, causing me to bite down on my bottom lip to prevent a moan from slipping out. "You never listen, so I figured I'd take a different approach."
"I—"
"Hmm?" Koa hummed, "Cat got your tongue, love?" He nuzzled his nose in the crook of neck, kissing along the warm flesh. His tongue left a trail along the nape of my neck as my head spun.
What the hell has gotten into him? Not that I mind like at all, but this is so out of character for him. Did something happen at work? My thoughts were interrupted when Makoa adjusted me in his arms, holding me with only one as his free hand trailed down to the waistband of my leggings, sliding his hand inside.
