A smile dances across my lips as I wiggle in Grayson's lap, earning a pleasurable groan from beneath me.
"Can't you control your fu*king self?" Griffen's anger rumbles through his chest as he glares at me but I refuse to cower.
I don't reply to him right away, instead, I just stare back into his eyes with as much defiance as I can muster up.
The tension between us is palpable and I'm sure I look like a petulant child to him. But I can't bring myself to care. He's provoking me, making me mad— angry, he vexing my spirit— yet my heart wouldn't allow me to hate him, neither would my body forget the way he makes me feel— deep down, my body aches for his touch.
I can't explain it but I crave him.... however, I won't cave so easily.
"How can I control myself when Grayson knows just how to
