Secrets Behind The Mask のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Grayson watched Honey's reaction carefully, noting the way her breath quickened at his deliberate movement against her. The conflict in her eyes told him everything, she wanted this as badly as he did, but her professional boundaries were warring with her desire. Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch even as her mind resisted.Honey's hands pressed harder against the desk, her knuckles whitening as she fought the urge to lean back into him. The heat radiating from his body, the familiar scent of his cologne, the pressure of his arousal against her hip, all of it conspired to dissolve the careful walls she'd constructed."Yes, I'm sure," she managed, though her voice told a different story.Grayson's hand slid from her waist, but he didn't step back. Instead, he braced both palms on the desk on either side of her, caging her completely. His lips brushed her ear, moving so his cock pushed at her core… If only the clothes were not between them, he would be fucking her right

Honey stood in Grayson's private bathroom, gripping the sink as she stared at her reflection. Her red hair fell in messy waves around her shoulders, her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her cheeks were flushed from sex. She looked thoroughly ravaged."Pull yourself together," she whispered.The woman staring back at her bore little resemblance to Joy Smith. This wasn't Honey Johnson, she felt caught between identities, because of what had happened with Riley. She had gone looking for more excitement in her sex life and found it with her boss.She cleaned herself up then she turned on the tap, splashing cold water on her wrists, wincing as she looked at the state of her makeup, which had smudged during their encounter, revealing more of the yellowing mark than she'd intended.Evidence of Riley's violence. A reminder that her life was still a complicated mess, even if Grayson had just made her forget it for a few blissful minutes.Honey dried her face carefully, then attempted to

Grayson laughter filled the room, shocking Honey that he was taking her outburst so well. She wasn't sure how he would feel about Morgan really knowing about them instead of her guesses. But Morgan was already creating drama without her saying anything. Honey could not just stand there and take it. She was no doormat.Morgan's mouth fell open in shock, the veneer of wounded vulnerability cracking to reveal pure fury beneath. "How dare you—""How dare I?" Honey's voice was sharp, controlled. "You burst into a private office making accusations when you're the one who destroyed your relationship. Don't play victim when you wrote the script yourself."Grayson moved back to Honey's side, his hand settling at the small of her back, a subtle show of unity that Morgan tracked with narrowed eyes."This is who you've chosen?" Morgan's laugh was brittle. "Some fucking ugly bitch—"Honey wasn't ugly she knew she wasn't ugly… But women like Morgan needed to make other women feel… well less to make

Honey stared at their joined hands, Grayson's larger ones enveloping hers with warmth that seeped into her bones. His question hung between them, weighted with possibility and peril. She felt if she said yes it would be more than what they had already shared.Stay the night."I can't," she whispered, though her body screamed the opposite. "Amanda's waiting outside.""Then call her." Grayson's thumbs traced circles on her palms. "Tell her you're staying with me as a friend for the night. They don't need details.""A friend." Bitter laughter escaped her. "Is that what we are?""We're whatever you want us to be." His eyes searched hers. "But I'm not letting you leave tonight without an answer. Are you willing to fight for this?"Honey pulled her hands free, standing because she needed space to think. She moved to his window, looking out at the Manhattan skyline glittering against the darkening sky."You're asking me to risk everything," she said. "My professional reputation that I've spe

Grayson's hands slid higher on Honey's thighs, his thumbs tracing patterns that made her breath hitch, and she could see the heat building in his eyes."I need you to understand something," he said, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that made her core clench. "When I say you're mine, I mean it. Not as property. You need to understand you are my equal. My partner.""Partner implies we're on the same level." Honey's voice came out breathier than she intended. "But you like control.""In the bedroom, yes." His hands gripped her thighs more firmly, the heat of his palms burning as he pulled her forward, bringing her to the very edge of the stool until their bodies aligned perfectly. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her core through their clothes, the friction making her gasp. He shifted his hips deliberately, letting her feel exactly what she did to him, how much he wanted her. The slow grind of his hard cock against her sent sparks of pleasure racing throug