I will work myself to the bone if it means keeping Julia and this baby happy and safe.

In the meantime, I’m going to make Julia come. A lot.

“Upstairs,” I manage. “Now.”

Julia shivers, drawing a breath through her teeth.

“Jesus, I like it when you growl like that.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Julia

Is there anything sexier than a growly man who’s raw with honest need and admiration and the desire to fuck you hard and well?

Watching Greyson tear off his sweater and undershirt as we head up to his bedroom, I think that no.

No, nothing sexier exists on this planet. Not by a long shot.

By the time we’re in his bedroom, I’m shaking. The smell of him fills my head and my body. Bergamot. Leather.

I’m so turned on it hurts.

Grey spins around to face me, hands at work on his belt buckle. I can see the outline of his erect penis straining against his fly. The sight of his bare chest—all that skin, all that strength—

It’s too much. Along with the strength he showed by sharing his pain with me, his shame and his truth, it’s overwhelming.

It’s beautiful.

He is so damn beautiful.

All of him. The hero and the villain. The good and the bad.

I love all of him.

I want to show him just how much I love his shadow and his light.

“Sit,” I say, making quick work of my shirt and my jeans. “There, on the edge of the bed.”

He looks up at me, bent over as he steps out of his pants one leg at a time.

“Baby, I gotta get my hands on you. I’m not gonna wait.”

“You’ll wait.” In just my underwear and bra, I back up against the wall. “Sit down.”

He shucks off his boxers, revealing an impressive erection. “Absolutely not.”

“Sit the fuck down. Don’t make me ask twice.”

A flame ignites in his eyes. He takes himself in his hand and gives his cock a gentle tug.

“You playin’ games with me, sweetheart?”

I step out of my underwear. Slip off my bra. Then, eyes still on his, I slide down the wall, my knees falling open as my ass meets the floor.

“This is a game you’re gonna like.”

His eyes dart to my pussy. Spread open and wet.

He swallows, making his Adam’s apple bob.

“Okay,” he says. And then he does as I tell him and sits on the edge of the bed. Legs spread, dick still in his hand. He swallows again. “Sweetheart, you are so—Jesus, baby, you are gorgeous. Everywhere. That pussy—”

“Bet you’d like to fuck it”—I reach down and touch myself, dragging my finger through my folds—“wouldn’t you?”

He’s rolling his palm over the head of his cock. “I’d very much like to fuck it. Hard. The way you like it.”

I feel the low, rumbly timbre of his voice in my clit. My nipples pebble to hard points, the soles of my feet arching off the floor as I touch myself there, circling two fingers, circling in time to Grey’s movements. Slow and steady.