Page 20 of Property of Gray

Whether either of them acts on it is another story.

“You know you’d be real pretty if you tried, Willow.”

“You ready to go, beautiful?” Gray comes up behind me, dipping down to rest his chin on my shoulder.

“Oh, yeah.” I’d leave with the devil himself if he got me out of this kitchen with the mega cunt.

I follow Gray, and he pulls me into my brother’s office and shuts the door. “What are you–” he cuts me off, pushing me to the edge of the desk, forcing me to sit there as he comes in hot for a soul-searing kiss. I part my lips to him, and he invades my mouth like he’s ready to conquer a new territory.

“Been wanting to do that since I dropped you off last night.”

“Well, hello to you too.” I smile.

“You just might be the death of me, pipsqueak.”

“Is that so?”

“Wish I’d kissed you a long time ago.”

“If you’d kissed me a long time ago, it might have been illegal.”

“Fuck. Now you make me sound like some sort of pervert.”

“You are a pervert.” I grab him by the chin and kiss him deep and wet.

“How am I going to keep my hands off you?” he murmurs between more kisses.

The handle rattles. “What the fuck?” Woods calls out, banging his fist on the door.

Gray moves to unlock it, and I straighten up, hoping my lips aren’t swollen. “My bad, bro.”

My brother shoves past him and gives me a curious look. “What the fuck are you two doing in here with the door locked?”

“She was helping shove a bag of cocaine up my ass.” Gray chuckles.

“Forget I asked,” my brother grumbles. “Have you seen my wife?”

“She’s in the kitchen,” I tell him.

“Be ready to ride out in five,” he tells us.

“See you out there, brother.” Gray gives him a fist bump, and I roll my eyes as I walk into the hallway.

My brother goes toward the kitchen yelling for Faye, and he doesn’t sound happy.

“What do you think I can accomplish in five minutes?” Gray shoves a hand into the back pocket of my jeans.

“Not much back there.”

“You’d be surprised,” he whispers, pulling me flush against his chest. I like this flirty side of him.

Being sneaky is kind of fun.

Like there’s a world where only Gray and I get to exist.

We duck into the bathroom, and he wastes no time yanking my pants and undies down to my knees as he tells me to brace my palms on the sink basin with my ass jutted out. He goes down between my legs, sitting on the floor with his back to the cabinet. My pussy is right in his face.

I’ve never done anything like this. I feel raw. Exposed. Excited. But most of all, desired.