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"CAROLINE!" I hear my name being hollered from different directions. The ballroom is packed with board members, clerks, and nobodies whose names were never going to be important.I turned quickly accidentally crashing into his arms. I lost my balance and nearly hit the ground hadn't it been for his arms holding me tight. His soft hair inches from his face, as he looked down at me. Those amber eyes that lighted a fire within me, whenever he saw me. My heart fluttered, and my face flushed in embarrassment.

"Sorry", I apologized, as I got back on my feet, "I didn't see you there"

He gave me a reassuring smile, "No problem," he chuckled, "I just can't promise I'll be there every time you fall," he smirked as he winked at me.

"Everything is set, the caterers have already begun preparing the dishes, so it's all going on track," I pointed at my clipboard that I had been holding on for dear life these past few weeks.

He ripped the clipboard out of my hands, handing it to one of the waiters, "you've done your job Doll, it's time to enjoy the fruits of it," he whispered leaning closer, "I know how pent up you've been these past few weeks,"

More wait staff kept cutting in between us, he got closer pinning me to the wall. So close to me, that I could feel the heat between us. "Greyson," my voice timid and small, as his body was over mine.

"You ready for the speech?" Jake, interrupted his gaze still on me for what seemed to last an eternity before he turned to answer.

"Always ready," he adjusted his suit. Both went into the ballroom. I stood speechless. My stomach felt tight. I took a deep breath and went inside.

I still didn't have any close friends, so, for the most part, I stayed in the back. It didn't bother me. Mr. Clark had always made me the center of attention, and despite the numerous amounts, I was never comfortable with being in the spotlight. Occasionally I would meet Greyson's eyes, but he was always swarmed with important company men. I felt ashamed, that I wanted his attention on me.

I made my way to the balcony; it was a beautiful night. I gazed at the view beneath us, Greyson had chosen an amazing venue. 

I felt a hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of lips. I wanted to turn around, but he pushed my hair to the side. As his lips made contact with my neck, his hand slid around my waist. I close my eyes, as my body burned with desire and cravings. He pulls my waist back, my body against his, he lowered his hand to my inner thigh. Pushing it aside, as his kisses grew hungrier. I let him open my legs, his fingers tracing the lining of my underwear. He moved it aside, placing his fingers in me. I let out a muffled moan, I bit my lower lip trying to mask the sounds that were trying to escape my lips. My hips began to grind against him, without me thinking.

His left hand lowered my dress strap. He gripped my breast tightly as he thrust his fingers more abruptly. My breathing was rapid. And my moans were growing louder. I could no longer bite my lip to keep quiet.

"Greyson," I moaned, unsure of where he was taking it. 

I didn't want anyone to walk in on us, yet I could feel my senses being pushed to the edge. With his hot breath in my ear. My legs nearly melted for him. I could sense the smirk written on his face as he noted my body's reaction to his touch, to his lips, to his presence. I nearly winced as he pressured my clit, my hand reached down to his. Asking him to stop.

"You don't want to finish, doll?" he questioned me, his breathing as ragged as mine. But I couldn't, if he kept going, I wouldn't be able to contain myself. He pulled his fingers out of me. 

I leaned against the balcony, trying to catch my breath. I wouldn't dare face him. But he swung me around to him. Locking his lips onto mine. His fingers traced my face, as he met my eyes. I was speechless. He turned around, walking back into the ballroom without saying another word.