Page 49 of One Shade of Gray
A laugh bubbled out before I could reel it back. “Saywhat?”
He lifted my shirt and bit the side of my waist hard enough that I swore and swatted at his shoulders. Once he released me, he met my eyes again. “Sayit.”
I feigned innocence but wiggled my hips into him, his erection already greeting my movements. “Say what?” I asked, this time a little morebreathlessly.
He shifted up my body until we aligned in that oh-so-beautiful way. “Say it,” hewhispered.
“I think I could fall in love with you too, DorianGray.”
He smiled, and the corners of his eyes crinkled up, and looking at him was like trying to look into the face of the sun. I wanted to earn that smile every single damn day. “I’ll take that,” hesaid.
With a sigh, he surged his hips up against, me and I stalled his shoulders. “Nope, Mister. This is not keeping yourdistance.”
He kissed the curve of my neck, and I tried to hold on to whatever argument I formed in my mind. But it was fleeing fast under hismouth
Somehow, the man had already discerned that I loved the way it felt when he nibbled on my earlobe, and as he drew one between his lips and sucked on it gently, I began unbuckling hisbelt.
“Let’s just start that distance-keeping thing on Monday,” I whispered before using my feet to push his pants down hislegs.
It was hours before either of us spokeagain.
Epilogue
Dorian
Six MonthsLater
“Just stick it in.I promise I’ll be fine.” I toldher.
She didn’t look convinced as she crouched, her eyes on the swell of my ass. “Are you sure you want me to do this? Obviously, you have more practice atit.”
“You offered toassist.”
She let out a long sigh and then stuck the needle in the fleshy part of my behind. I flinched slightly at the sharp sting and the cold that spread as she pressed theplunger.
“Ok,done.”
She wiped the area with an alcohol swab, and I pulled up my pants and refastened my beltbuckle.
The needle went into a biohazard bucket, and I placed the vial back in the refrigerator. She parked herself on my countertop where she usually sat as I cooked these days. “We need totalk.”
I started pulling vegetables from the lower drawers and sat them beside her on the counter. “Oh?”
“That ring you gave me is not going to work forme.”
I snorted, grabbed the last eggplant, and closed the refrigerator door. “You mean the two-carat-formerly-owned-by-a-princess engagement ring I gave you? Or some otherring?”
She rolled her eyes and shifted, waiting for me to beserious.
“Fine, what’s wrong with it?” Iasked.
“Besides the fact that I’d need a security detail to wear it out of the house, I can’t put my hands in my jeans pocket. It gets caught on the edge. If you want me to marry you, then you’ll need to give me a smallerdiamond.”
I froze in the act of grabbing a knife from the drawer and went back to stand in front of her. “Are you complaining about the engagement ring I gotyou?”
She bit her bottom lip. “Not complaining, but more like registering a concern. It’s gorgeous, and I love it, but I’m terrified I’m going to lose it, and the deposit on the insurance claim is probably more than my apartment in NewYork.”
I gripped her waist and pulled her in. When she wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck, I knew dinner was going to have to wait. “I’m going to tell you this again, because I think you might not be understanding me. When we get married, you will be rich. All of my considerable fortune will beyours.”
