Forbidden Fruit - A Naughty Collection

“Good morning,” I murmur, burrowing into his arms. My fingers trail over the bare skin of his chest, which is smattered with just enough hair to make him sexy and masculine, bare to my touch.

“You look so gorgeous when you wake up, sweetheart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead, like he’s done time and again when I was growing up. Only this time, it’s different, more intimate. It’s strange to see him without a suit on. Since he runs the company with my dad, he’s always immaculately dressed in Armani or Gucci. Dress shirts that hug his frame and slacks that beg to be taken off.

Simply put, he’s a man-whore. Always has been. The fact that he’s in bed with me and not with some random woman from the bar makes me wonder what happened to change him so much.

We didn’t get to talk because I completely passed out. Four orgasms will do that to a girl.

“And you . . . Well . . .” My words taper off to silence. What do you say to a man you’ve just fucked? A man that’s not some stranger you met at a nightclub, but your uncle? Well, step-uncle.

“I’m Grayson. There’s no need for any more explanation.” He chuckles, and the sound rumbles through his chest, turning my core molten. That’s what he does, with just one smirk, one glance. Shaking my head, I turn, but he grips me tighter, pulling me against him. “Where do you think you’re going?” he murmurs against my neck, sending another wave of heat and desire through me.

“I need to get cof—”

“Here you go, Princess.” My stepfather walks in with a knowing smile. Something in his blue eyes twinkle and I wonder how two brothers could be more different. Daddy sets the mug down on the nightstand beside my bed and leans in to plant a kiss on my forehead, which is rather awkward because I’m near enough naked, even if there’s a comforter wrapped around me.

Everything feels surreal.

I’m Alice, and I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole.

Everything is fantasy, and I’m lying here in the cocoon of a man who’s feathering soft, sweet kisses on my shoulder. “You taste like honey. I think I need another sample,” Grayson growls in his thick accent behind me.

My eyes dart to Gabe, but all he does is offer a smirk.

“Dad.” My voice is strained with tension.

“No need for an explanation. I know everything,” Dad says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I nod, and his gaze darts behind me, and he gestures with his chin.

“I think Grayson needs a coffee refill.”

There’s something they’re not telling me, and I’m too wary of the silent gestures and flitting eyes to feel at ease.

Fear knots in my belly, and I wonder if my dad is about to kill Grayson. Or if he accepts what’s happened. Deep down, I hope he does, because I need to tell him, to explain that I love him with all my heart, but that I’m in love with Grayson. I have been for a long time; I just didn’t think he would see me that way.

Emotions squeeze my heart painfully, and breathing becomes difficult. I push up and tug the sheet to cover my bare breasts. Grayson silently gets out of the bed and heads to the kitchen, and I can’t help stealing a glimpse of his beautifully toned ass in those tight boxer briefs.

“Listen, Princess.” Gabe settles on the bed beside me and reaches for my hand. When I slip mine in his, he lifts his gaze to mine. “I spoke to Grayson last night, and . . .” Before he can tell me anything more, the man in question walks back into the bedroom with that confident stride like he’s the king of the world. And he could be — everything about him screams power and sex appeal.

“Am I interrupting?” he quips, and with a lift to the side of his mouth, he dons what I’ve now branded The Panty Dropper because god, I would drop mine if I were wearing any.

“I think you and Mila need to talk.” Gabe releases my hand, and my brows furrow in confusion.

“What’s going on? Is something wrong?” The alarm in my tone doesn’t go unnoticed by either man.

In tandem, they both respond with a confident, “No.”

“Okay, then someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on. You’re both acting weird.” I push off the bed, wrapping the large, gray sheet around my bare body.

“I’ll leave you to it.” He taps Grayson on the shoulder and calls to me, “See you later, Princess,” striding out of my bedroom with a chuckle.

Dragging my gaze to Grayson, I pin him with a glare. “Are you going to tell me, or are you going to stand there with that goddamn smirk on your lips?” I retort, only to earn myself a chuckle. So deep and sexy I can’t stop the pulse between my thighs.