Page 167 of Just for the Cameras
“Then give me the benefit of the doubt and understand that I have a mind of my own, and I go after what I want without being swayed by other people.”
He tugs on his hair. “And what do you want?”
Seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, I move in toward him and place my hand on his chest, looking up at him. “You, Graydon. I want you.”
His hand slides down my back, and he pulls the hem of my shirt up and then palms my bare ass, bringing me in an inch closer.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I answer.
His other hand cups my cheek. “I don’t fucking like him.”
“I know, and I’m not asking you to like him, but I’m asking you to at least trust me. Do you trust me?”
He nods. “I just don’t trust him.”
“You don’t need to trust him. You just need to trust me.”
His thumb passes over my cheek. “He wants you.”
“And I want you, so him wanting me means nothing.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice more insecure than anything I’ve heard from him before. “You two have more in common, more history.”
“Are you trying to make a case for me to be with him?” I press my palm into his chest.
“No, but I don’t want you to regret this when someone clearly wants to make a case for himself to be the man at your side. A man who, I hate to fucking admit, you have so much more in common with.”
“And that’s what makes him a good friend,” I say. “What I see in him and what I see in you is so different. Yes, I might have history with Hank, and we might be able to talk to each other about flamingos until we’re blue in the face, but that’s the extent of it. With you, it’s different. Because we don’t have things in common, it pushes us out of our comfort zones to learn new things. And what I do know about you, I like.” I pat his chest. “I like your heart, I like your loyalty, I like…” I smile. “Your cock.”
That makes him smile as well, the last of the tension finally extinguishing. “So this isn’t just a PR thing for you?”
I shake my head. “I think after the first thirst trap you sent, this was never going to end up being just a PR thing.”
The corner of his lips tilts up. “Still unsure why I sent that.”
“Yeah, right.” I roll my eyes. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
“Really, I didn’t. That’s not me. Never sent one before.”
“You’ve never sent a thirst trap before me? I find that hard to believe.”
“Believe it,” he answers, his hand dragging the back of my shirt up even higher.
“Okay, and I might not like the answer to this, but then how would you contact your lady lovers to come over and play with your willy?”
“There are so many things wrong with that question.”
I chuckle. “Just answer me.”
With a growl, he bends and scoops me over his shoulder, causing a gasp to pop out of my mouth as he brings me back to the bedroom and deposits me on the bed, flinging me down. I stare up at him as he crawls on the bed, hovering over me and dragging my shirt up and over my head, leaving me completely naked.
He takes my knees and spreads them, then pushes them down on the mattress, leaving me exposed and turned on all at the same time.
Wetting his lips, he leans close to my face and says, “I would text them.”
My breath hitches in my chest as he brings his mouth to my jaw, then down my neck, his scruff scraping against my skin, only for his lips to soothe the tender spots with kisses. “What would you say?”
