Semua Bab Off Limits : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Callie The first thing I felt when I woke was heat from him Grayson was still next to me, one arm draped across my waist like he’d been holding me there all night. His breathing was deep, steady. I could feel every slow rise and fall against my back. For a second, I let myself sink into it… the warmth of him, the faint scratch of stubble against my shoulder, the way his leg was tangled with mine. It was too easy to pretend we were allowed to do this, that it wasn’t complicated or dangerous but then my brain caught up. We’d done it. Actually did it. Crossed the line we’d been dancing around since the second I walked back into this house. My chest tightened and I shifted carefully, trying to ease out from under his arm without waking him. The second I moved, his fingers flexed at my waist. “You’re not sneaky,” he murmured, voice still thick from sleep. I froze. “I wasn’t” “You were.” He still didn’t open his eyes but the corner of his mouth tilted up like he’d c

Callie The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was like he’d been holding back all day and finally decided not to. My hands gripped his t-shirt, pulling him closer, and his arm slid around my waist, bringing me flush against him. The open door behind me suddenly felt too open. Too exposed. He must have thought the same thing because, without breaking the kiss, he guided me backward into my room. The door stayed open an inch. * Grayson I didn’t plan to stop there. We could have gone further…God, I wanted to but I forced myself to pull back, resting my forehead against hers. Her breathing was ragged, matching mine. “This is going to get us both in trouble,” I murmured. She smiled, a little out of breath. “Then maybe we should stop pretending we care.” Her words hit me low in my gut. Stop pretending we care. I cupped her jaw, my thumb brushing the soft skin just under her bottom lip. She didn’t flinch, if anything, she leaned into my hand, eyes locked on mine like she was daring me

Callie The room still smelled like him. No… the office I had to keep reminding myself we weren’t in some hidden cabin in the woods, but in his office with the door closed, blinds half-drawn, and our clothes scattered in two very obvious piles. One of his bottons glinted from the floor, a small, polished thing that somehow looked indecent lying there. I followed the trail of our chaos. The pen that had rolled under the chair, the papers crumpled at the edge of the desk. Every bit of it felt like evidence we’d have to erase. I was still half draped across his lap in a leather chair. My robe was somewhere near the bookshelf, and the lace lingerie I’d been so proud of earlier? Torn at the strap, clinging to me by sheer stubbornness. He hadn’t let me move far. Every time I shifted, his arm tightened around my waist like I might bolt if he gave me the chance. His breathing was slow now but there was still tension in his body, a readiness like he could pull me back into the moment wi

Callie The office door clicked shut behind me, the lock sliding into place with a sound that was somehow both final and liberating. I leaned against it for a second, my pulse was anything but calm.Grayson was already at the desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. He looked up when I stepped in, eyes darkening almost instantly at the sight of me. My robe had fallen slightly over one shoulder, leaving just enough bare skin to make him pause mid motion, coffee mug in hand.“Callie,” he said, low and rough. The single word sent a shiver straight down my spine.I crossed the room slowly, feeling every inch of his gaze tracing me, measuring me. My heels clicked softly against the hardwood, each step a small dare.“Don’t,” I warned, voice teasing, though the heat in my chest made me tremble. “Don’t start staring like that.”He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his fingers brushed mine as he handed me a stack of papers from the desk. The contact was light, fleeting but electric. My stom

Callie There was nothing normal about the way my body still ached from earlier. Every nerve was alive, still buzzing from Grayson’s touch. I should’ve been upstairs, hiding until the ache faded, but instead, I lingered near the counter, bare feet while pouring a glass of water.Grayson appeared in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, tie undone, shirt open at the throat. His gaze swept over me.“You’re still awake,” he said“Couldn’t sleep,” I whisperedHe curved his lips into a sinful knowing smirk which made my knees weak. He stepped closer, the faint scent of his cologne reaching me… wood, smoke, and man. My pulse jumped.“You shouldn’t be down here,” I tried to warn, but my voice wavered.“But here you are” His fingers brushed mine, lingering at my wrist.The kitchen suddenly felt too small. I told myself Mia was upstairs and safe, unaware but when his hand slid along my waist, the warning dissolved.“You’re dangerous,” I breathed.“And you love it,” he whispered, li