Sinfully Yours, Mr. G

Chapter 2Graham's POV I wasn’t ready for her.I was in my kitchen, savoring the quiet and a good glass of wine. Next, she was here, filling the place with her scent, her dress accentuating her sultry figure in ways that made my jaw lock.Janessa.It had been five years since I’d last set eyes on her. Since she left for college, all ambition and fire. She was barely grown then, still inseparable from Alesha, still promising she’d come back to visit. But she didn't.Now?Now she walked like she owned the room. Confident. Sharp. Sassy. Every inch a woman. My throat went dry just looking at her.Her eyes had locked on me, bold and unflinching. “Does Mr. G know you’re drinking his expensive wine?” she teased, lips curving like she wasn’t scared of poking at me.Damn her. Did she know what that did to me?When she called me Mr. G, it hit low in my gut. I knew who she was. No one else ever called me that. Just her.Why just her?Her facial features were different- older, prettier. Fu

Chapter 4Graham's POVI stayed in my room. To give them space. To stop looking.But I couldn’t.Every laugh dragged me back to the window. Every sound of water made me lean closer. And every time my eyes found her- Janessa- I lost myself.The way her body cut through the pool. The way water slid down her skin. Her curls stuck to her neck and back, her chest rising and falling.Christ.“Ten years as a widower, Graham. This is what you have to show for it.” I mocked. Nothing had done this to me. Nothing had ripped through my chest like this girl.I dragged a hand over my face, trying to breathe. But I couldn’t stop looking.Weak. Addicted.And then, her eyes flicked up. Straight to the house. To my window.My chest stopped. Did she know? Could she feel me watching?I jerked back, heart pounding. But seconds later, I leaned forward again like a fool. Like I couldn’t survive without seeing her.One of the girls floated close, leaning in, whispering against her ear. Janessa laughed, head

Chapter 6Graham's POV We fell asleep tangled together. I woke to bright light and a voice calling,“Janessa! Janessa!” her mother’s voice snapped me into the world.My eyes flew open. I recalled everything from last night. Her silk gown was at my feet now. The smell of Janessa clinging to the pillow.I scrambled. She was awake in an instant. Sliding off the bed. Wrapping my robe around herself like a woman on a mission.“Stay here,” I hissed. I handed her her silk nightgown. “Put this on instead.”I put on my sweatpants and a shirt, fingers shaking. Her mother’s voice was getting louder. “Janessa!” she called, voice somewhere between worried and angry.I stepped out, but there was no one. The voice was still talking, fainter out in the hall. I got back in. The voice was louder here. Janessa adjusted her bonnet with one hand, the other searching the bed.She finally found her phone. Her mother was on the line.Fuck. Thank God.It was just a phone call she picked in her sleep. How wo

Chapter 8Graham's POV She didn’t say anything at first. Just stared. Those wide, mesmerizing eyes pinning me like she was waiting for me to break.That silence hit harder than if she’d shouted. My grip on the wheel tightened. If I let go, I’d reach for her. Drag her across the console. Kiss her until we forgot why we couldn’t.“This has to stop,” I said again, final. More to myself than to her.Her throat moved. Still no words. She just sat there, reading me like a book I never meant to open. And damn it, she didn’t even know how much she already had me figured out.“You’re about to graduate,” I forced out, trying to sound sane. “You’ve got your whole life in front of you. Big things. Dreams to chase. You don’t need to get tied up with-” I almost choked on it. “-an old man who can’t even take you to dinner without hiding.”Old man.The words tasted wrong. I wasn’t that to her, and we both knew it. But I needed a wall between us, even if it was made of lies.Her lips parted. For a

Chapter 10Graham's POV I moved toward her, backing her into the wall. The door clicked shut behind me. My gaze dragged from her damp face to the tiny towel clinging to her body, the shine of her skin still wet from the shower.Damn.“You’re even more beautiful than in my dreams,” I whispered, catching a lock of her curls and rubbing it between my fingers.My body was on fire- head buzzing, cock straining. I couldn’t look away if I tried.She just stared at me, silent, her chest rising and falling. Vanilla and jasmine wrapped around me, dizzying.“Mr. Caldwell… why are you here?”“No. Not Mr. Caldwell,” I rasped, my voice breaking. “Graham.”I was done pretending. Done playing father figure when all I wanted was to be buried in her. I needed her. I’d pay for it later.Her eyes narrowed, sharp, steady. “What happened to letting me go?”God, I liked her spirit. She always knew where to hit.I’d been breaking long before tonight. Every smile, glance, silence and coldness. Every damn