Alpha Grayson
Slowly, he turns back to where he was cooking.
"I don't have any interest in being with someone while they are knocked unconscious," Grayson muses. There is a moments silence, as he put the bacon from the pan, onto a plate on the bench.
He twists around, pushing the plate across the bench to me, as well as some cutlery.
"Because when I do have you in my bed, you're going to be very willing. In fact, you'll be begging..." He murmurs.
I nearly choke on the not quite chewed bacon in my mouth.
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