“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Grayson growled, voice low and ragged as he stepped back into the shadows of your kitchen. “You walk in here looking like that, and I have to remind myself every damn second that I’m your father’s best friend—not the man who wakes up next to you every morning.”You swallowed, heart racing. “And if you could be that man?”His eyes darkened. “I’d make you mine so fast you wouldn’t remember your own name. I’d give you everything, sweetheart.
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