“Especially these sexy little feet,” he murmurs. “I could fuck ’em.”
I gasp, mortified. “Grayson!”
He laughs, his grin wicked and amused. “You aresored right now.”
I cover my face. “Shut up!”
“My innocent Charlotte,” he says, dragging his thumb over my arch. “Still gets flustered over a little foot play.”
“I do not!” I huff, but quickly calm down, acting unaffected. “I’m notthatinnocent.”
He arches a brow like he doesn’t believe a word of it. Then—
Zip.
I freeze.
He undoes his jeans in one smooth motion, pulling out his length, thick, flushed, and already rock hard.
My lips part. I forget how to breathe.
Uh, oh.
He drags the head through the lotion smeared on my arch. The contact makes him subtly grunt under his breath, lifting his hips a little.
My body goes still. “Grayson—”
“Don’t worry about your body,” he says, voice a rumble. “Every fucking inch of you gets me hard.”
“It does?” I squeak.
He nods slowly, his eyes dark and fixed on mine. “Especially when you squirm like this.”
I try to stop moving. Fail. “I just... I don’t know what to do.”
There it is again. The crash of insecurity. He sees it, but smirks.
“You’re so goddamn cute,” he says, rubbing the head of his cock between my toes, makinghimselfshudder. “I swear, I want to do such dirty, bad things to you.”
“You do?”
That smile, the cruel one, curls on his lips as he watches me fidget.
“I should film your face right now. All blushing and nervous. Think I’d show the guys?”
My jaw drops. “You wouldn’t!”
He leans forward slightly, that grin only getting cockier. “You’d let me.”
Oh gosh.
Isowouldn’t! But I giggle.
He lets out a shaky breath as my toes curl around him.
“You’re doing perfect,” he murmurs. “That’s it, baby. Fuck... you have no idea what you do to me.”
I feel heat rush between my thighs.
