He gave me adrenaline, passion and thrill. I just didn't know at what cost...
When small town girl Mia Thorpe moves to London to begin a new life, the last thing she expects is to fall head over heels for the charming yet mysterious Grayson Cooper...
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Note: This is a very mature chapter - please read at your own risk!
Grayson pushes me fiercely into the enormous room that overlooks the city, but, sucking at his lips, I fail to notice the breathtaking interior.
With a quick glance behind Grayson's shoulder, my mouth falls open.
The suite is huge.
Along with the king sized bed decorated with multiple pillows, on the opposite side of the room sits a three piece fabric suite, a fifty inch wall mounted TV, a minibar and a glossed wooden desk.
On top, an ice bucket with an expensive bottle of champagne stares at me, two glasses waiting to be filled.
With an impatient groan, Grayson pulls the straps of my dress down from my shoulders, his warm, firm fingers curling under the material.
But I stop him.
He's not going to get his way so easily tonight, despite his declaration of love to me.
"Not so fast," I breathe, smiling flirtatiously against his nose. Moving his hands away from my body, I watch as his brown eyes widen with surprise.
Tonight, I'm in control.
"Seriously?" He pushes his tongue between his teeth, his head shaking.
Despite my instinctive and natural desire to let Grayson lead, I tell myself that I'll use all my willpower to ensure I get my own back on him tonight. It's not something I'm used to, but I'll try my damn hardest.
Pushing Grayson to the huge bed, my body trembles as I watch his firm jaw clench in anticipation. His eyes are glistening against the spotlights, my skin flaming as I watch him remove his bow tie from around his collar, tossing it to the floor in readiness.
With another push, Grayson now lies flat across the bed.
"Mia, what the fuck are you doing?" He asks with a moan. I decide not to answer. Instead I cock my hip to the side, striding slowly to the desk, taking the champagne bottle into my hands. "Mia. Come on. You're killing me."
I turn to him, my eyes narrow, indicating for him to stay seated. I've no idea what I'm doing, but he doesn't know that.
Once the glasses are filled, I turn, slowly walking towards Grayson with seduction behind my eyes. Inside, I'm a bag of nerves, but the way Grayson's chest pumps with adrenaline tells that I'm doing everything just right.
"Here," I say, handing him a glass and slowly tilting my own glass to my mouth.
Grayson chuckles, his head shaking as the penny finally drops; I'm playing his game. Regardless, he takes the glass anyway, finishing the drink in one large gulp.
Deciding to up my efforts, I place my glass down and pad back towards Grayson, instinctively moving my hands to my breast area, gently pulling the fabric away from my nipples and allowing the straps to fall partway down my arms.
