Chapter 2

The clock read 5:30. Only thirty minutes until Grayson would arrive, and there I was—wearing an oversized t-shirt, yoga pants, and a messy ponytail. I looked decent, but decent wasn’t enough. If I wanted to seduce Grayson, I needed to be irresistible.

I bolted upstairs and transformed myself in record time. The baggy clothes were replaced with a form-fitting emerald green dress that hugged every inch of my curves. Beneath it, I wore the sheerest lace thong I owned—no bra. My eyes were lined with smoky kohl, lashes darkened with mascara, and my hair cascaded in loose, glossy waves. Strappy gold heels completed the look before I descended the stairs.

The front door clicked open—Grayson. Harrison had given him a key since he was practically family at this point. I forced my lips into a pout, lowering my gaze to appear heartbroken, though excitement bubbled inside me.

"Why the long face, Evelyn?" Grayson asked, his gaze raking over me with unmistakable hunger. This wouldn’t have worked if he hadn’t been eyeing me for months, but I’d caught him staring more times than I could count.

"I was supposed to have a date tonight," I murmured, injecting just the right amount of devastation into my voice. "He canceled last minute. No explanation—just a text saying he couldn’t make it." I sank onto the couch, letting my shoulders slump dramatically, hoping Grayson would take the bait.

He sat beside me, his fingers brushing my bare thigh. Perfect. "Whoever he is, he’s an idiot," Grayson muttered, his voice rough. "Especially when you look like this."

I peeked up through my lashes, meeting his stormy blue eyes. "You like it?" He nodded, swallowing hard. "Do you think it’s too much?" Deciding boldness was key, I stood and spun slowly, letting him admire the way the fabric clung to my hips, my ass, the dip of my waist.

Grayson’s breath hitched. "No. It’s perfect." His shorts were suddenly straining. He glanced around, as if expecting Harrison to materialize. "Where’s your stepdad? We were supposed to run."

"Working late," I purred, stepping between his legs and leaning in until my lips hovered just above his. "We have the house to ourselves. What should we do?"

"We shouldn’t," Grayson said weakly.

"I think we should." I stepped back, trailing my fingers up my thigh, beneath the hem of my dress, until I hooked my fingers into my panties. Slowly, I slid them down, letting them pool at my feet before picking them up and tossing them to him.

He caught them, bringing the lace to his nose with a deep inhale. "God, you smell incredible," he groaned, all resistance crumbling.

"This dress is too tight," I murmured, peeling it off and letting it fall to the floor. Now, only my heels remained. My body was on full display—perky breasts, hard nipples, smooth skin, and the glistening evidence of how much I wanted him.

"Christ, Evelyn," Grayson growled, palming the bulge in his shorts. "You’re fucking stunning. But if Harrison walks in—"

"He won’t," I whispered, sinking to my knees between his legs. "He’s stuck at work."

I wrapped my lips around his cock, taking him deep. Grayson was every bit as perfect as I’d imagined—thick, long, filling my mouth just right. His fingers tangled in my hair, ruining the careful waves I’d styled.

"You really want this?" he rasped, hips jerking as I sucked harder.

I moaned around him, my own arousal soaking my thighs. Between my legs, I ached, desperate for more.

Then—

A voice cut through the haze.

"What the hell is going on?"