.”
“Love you too , Grey.”
I selected a favo rite track—“Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” — on my iPod and turned the volume up. It was the main song from a great film I’d watched repeatedly over the years, Mannequin . Andrew McCarthy was seriously good eye candy.
A few minutes later, Grey knocked on the door. I let him in and pulled him for a kiss. It started off as quite soft and gentle but then his tongue sought out mine and the kiss quickly turned hot and passionate. I pulled away breathless, I still forgot to breathe whenever I kissed him.
“Wow ,” he said as he finally got to look me over.
“You like?” I asked as I spun round for him to see the full effect.
“Like? Oh , I more than like it and when we get home later, I’m going to show you exactly how much I like it,” he said as he pulled me in for another kiss.
“Go and grab a shower, there’s no time for being naughty before we have to go—blame your mother for the other errand she sent you on.” I laughed as I smacked that great ass of his.
“Yes , Miss!” He mock saluted and then went for a shower.
I picked up my iPod and selected “Locked out of Heaven” again and turned it up so Grey could hear. One thing true about the song is his sex does take me to paradise. I sang along as I put on a fresh pot of coffee.
As Grey came out of my room, what I saw completely stole my breath.
He was wearing a black tailored suit with a purple shirt. He looked beyond gorgeous—he was clean shaven, his hair had that sexy look about it like he’d just combed his fingers through it—I couldn’t help the gasp that came from my mouth.
“See something you like, Miss Summers?” he asked, giving me a smile that showed his perfect white teeth.
“Hell yeah!” I exclaimed as I rose from my seat.
He came over and took my hand in his. He twirled me around and then dipped me down over his arm before bringing me up to meet his lips. The kiss was slow and sens ual. I could smell cologne and a hint of whatever it was that made Grey always smell so good.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
“Yeah, just one last coat of lip gloss, as you kissed off the last lot.” I laughed as I reached for my lip gloss from my clutch.
“The flowers are in the car. I don’t think I’m forgetting anything ,” he said as he reached for his car keys.
“Let me grab the cake and we can go ,” I said as I walked over to the sideboard closest to the fridge. I picked it up and placed it on the kitchen island.
“Wow , that looks amazing, Carls,” Grey said as he saw the cake for the first time.
“Thank you. I tried to do something different ,” I said as I admired my handiwork.
I had decided to take the giant cupcake from the silicone case I cooked it in—then I had dirty iced it before rolling out the pink fondant icing I had made. I had made that pink fondant look like the case of the cupcake—then I had set about decorating the top. I had bought pink, glittery, edible butterflies. Aunt Lizzie loved butterflies and had a collection of rare ones that she had bought at an auction many years ago. I had whipped up a batch of pale pink buttercream—I had spread this over the top of the cake and then used purple edible glitter—adding the butterflies as the final touch.
“Need help getting it into the box?” Grey offered.
“That’d be great. If you can hold the cake, I will carefully slip the box around it,” I said, picking up the box.
I held the cake on my lap in the car to save it from being damaged on the ride over to Katrina’s house.
“You’re really amazing, Carls. Did I tell you that?” Grey said, offering me a heart-warming smile.
I felt myself blush at the compliment.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
“I mean it. You’re s o selfless, beautiful, caring—so much more than that. But your best attribute is that you don’t know how amazing you are.”
I felt my entire face heat in a blush. I was so in love with this man and here he was
“Love you too , Grey.”
I selected a favo rite track—“Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” — on my iPod and turned the volume up. It was the main song from a great film I’d watched repeatedly over the years, Mannequin . Andrew McCarthy was seriously good eye candy.
A few minutes later, Grey knocked on the door. I let him in and pulled him for a kiss. It started off as quite soft and gentle but then his tongue sought out mine and the kiss quickly turned hot and passionate. I pulled away breathless, I still forgot to breathe whenever I kissed him.
“Wow ,” he said as he finally got to look me over.
“You like?” I asked as I spun round for him to see the full effect.
“Like? Oh , I more than like it and when we get home later, I’m going to show you exactly how much I like it,” he said as he pulled me in for another kiss.
“Go and grab a shower, there’s no time for being naughty before we have to go—blame your mother for the other errand she sent you on.” I laughed as I smacked that great ass of his.
“Yes , Miss!” He mock saluted and then went for a shower.
I picked up my iPod and selected “Locked out of Heaven” again and turned it up so Grey could hear. One thing true about the song is his sex does take me to paradise. I sang along as I put on a fresh pot of coffee.
As Grey came out of my room, what I saw completely stole my breath.
He was wearing a black tailored suit with a purple shirt. He looked beyond gorgeous—he was clean shaven, his hair had that sexy look about it like he’d just combed his fingers through it—I couldn’t help the gasp that came from my mouth.
“See something you like, Miss Summers?” he asked, giving me a smile that showed his perfect white teeth.
“Hell yeah!” I exclaimed as I rose from my seat.
He came over and took my hand in his. He twirled me around and then dipped me down over his arm before bringing me up to meet his lips. The kiss was slow and sens ual. I could smell cologne and a hint of whatever it was that made Grey always smell so good.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
“Yeah, just one last coat of lip gloss, as you kissed off the last lot.” I laughed as I reached for my lip gloss from my clutch.
“The flowers are in the car. I don’t think I’m forgetting anything ,” he said as he reached for his car keys.
“Let me grab the cake and we can go ,” I said as I walked over to the sideboard closest to the fridge. I picked it up and placed it on the kitchen island.
“Wow , that looks amazing, Carls,” Grey said as he saw the cake for the first time.
“Thank you. I tried to do something different ,” I said as I admired my handiwork.
I had decided to take the giant cupcake from the silicone case I cooked it in—then I had dirty iced it before rolling out the pink fondant icing I had made. I had made that pink fondant look like the case of the cupcake—then I had set about decorating the top. I had bought pink, glittery, edible butterflies. Aunt Lizzie loved butterflies and had a collection of rare ones that she had bought at an auction many years ago. I had whipped up a batch of pale pink buttercream—I had spread this over the top of the cake and then used purple edible glitter—adding the butterflies as the final touch.
“Need help getting it into the box?” Grey offered.
“That’d be great. If you can hold the cake, I will carefully slip the box around it,” I said, picking up the box.
I held the cake on my lap in the car to save it from being damaged on the ride over to Katrina’s house.
“You’re really amazing, Carls. Did I tell you that?” Grey said, offering me a heart-warming smile.
I felt myself blush at the compliment.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
“I mean it. You’re s o selfless, beautiful, caring—so much more than that. But your best attribute is that you don’t know how amazing you are.”
I felt my entire face heat in a blush. I was so in love with this man and here he was
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