“Fuck, Willow,” Luca moans, gripping my chin and turning my face to trail a path of scorching kisses down my arched neck.

My eyes collide with Grayson, who stands at his window with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. His tie is loose, and his sleeves have been rolled up to the elbow. He watches me steadily while Luca slides his hand underneath my tank top and bra cup. Deft fingers tweak my nipples, drawing another soft gasp from my lips. I can’t look away from Grayson, not even when Luca dives down to suck on the hardened peak. His warm mouth envelops me, and I let go of him to fist the sheets. I’ve never felt pleasure like this before. It makes sense now why Chloe always talked to me about sex with Dylan. I’ve only done it once before. It happened at a party last year. I was drunk, and the guy didn’t last more than five minutes. It would be an understatement to call it a disappointment.

Luca pops back up again and grips my chin, forcing my eyes back on his. His mouth descends again, kissing me hungrily while he works his belt buckle.

Breaking away, he shoves his jeans down to his thighs. I roll my head to look at Grayson, but he’s gone.

Luca shifts, breathing in my ear as his hand comes to my jeans button. I’m no longer hot. Staring numbly at Grayson’s empty room, I wonder what the hell I’m doing. Before I can push Luca off, there’s an insistent knock on the front door.

“Don’t open it,” Luca whispers, popping the button.

I shove him off. “I have to see who it is.”

The knocking turns into banging. Luca and I share a look as I straighten my clothes. He pulls his T-shirt back on.

“I’ll be right back.”

Leaving my room, I hurry down the steps to the entryway. The banging continues before it stops just as abruptly as it started. Grayson peers in through the window, and our eyes lock. I’m strangely relieved. The elation I feel inside me is entirely unwelcome.

When I unlock the door, he slams it open and shoulders past me. “Where the fuck is he?! Is he still in your bedroom?” Grayson doesn’t wait around for me to reply as he storms upstairs.

I run after him, pulling on his arm to get him to stop, but he’s all muscle and strength. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I’m throwing the piece of shit out!”

I pause at the top of the stairs, watching him stride down the hallway. Chasing after him, I hiss, “Are you insane?”

He doesn’t slow his stride.

Throwing open my bedroom door, he walks straight up to Luca and hauls him up by his T-shirt. “You think you can put your fucking hands on her?”

Luca stutters, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mr. Taylor—”

Grayson drops him. “Mr. Taylor? I’m not her fucking father!”

Luca looks between us before backing out of the room. Without another word, he bolts.