I stand back, and the woman—who I assume to be Grayson’s mom—hugs Emma and Jack.
“Happy birthday, Jack! I can’t believe you’re seven.”
He smiles proudly as Emma wiggles her way into the conversation.
“Look, Nana, Nowa bwaided my hair.”
“She did? It looks beautiful, sweetheart.”
“Are those presents for me?” Jack asks, pawing at the gifts in her hands.
“Jack, why don’t you put them on the gift table?” I suggest.
He takes the presents and runs across the yard.
“You must be Nora,” the woman says, stepping toward me. “I’m Louise, and this is Grayson’s dad, David.”
I expect her to shake my hand. Instead she pulls me in for a hug.
“It’s so great to meet you. Grayson hasn’t told me a thing about you other than your name.”
Well, that’s a bummer. “He hasn’t?”
“Trust me,” she whispers. “That’s a good thing. It means you’re special.”
“It does?”
She pats my hand and pulls me toward the house. “Come inside and tell me everything about yourself.”
“Not right now, Mom.” Grayson grabs my arm before I get too far. “I need Nora’s help with a few more things before you interrogate her.”
Louise frowns. “I am not going to interrogate this sweet, young woman.”
“More like interview,” David says, patting my shoulder. “Congratulations. You’re up for the position of Mrs. Grayson Calhoun. Good luck with my wife.”
Louise scoffs and swats his arm.
“Oh, Lord.” Grayson shakes his head and pulls me away from his parents. “Ignore them. I told you my mother is dramatic.”
“Goodbye, dear! It was nice to meet you.” Louise waves, and I smile and wave back.
“Nice meeting you too. Grayson, slow down.”
“I can’t. I’m in a hurry.” He pulls me into his shop and farther yet into his office where he kicks the door shut and locks it.
“What could be so important that you have to drag me away from your parents?”
We stand there, the air around us crackling with energy. It’s hard to breathe. My chest feels tight, my fingers almost numb, and yet I know I’m fine. It’s him. He does these things to me, and God, I hope I do them to him too.
“This.”
I blink, and next thing I know he has me against the wall, his lips on mine, his body pressed against me in the most delicious of ways. Our hands reach and grab, desperate to feel each other. His erection bulges in his jeans and rubs me in all the right places as he devours my mouth.
His hands are everywhere—in my hair, gripping my ass, rubbing my back. When his thumb grazes my nipple, I say fuck it and try to climb him like a tree.
Who cares if we left his parents and Duke alone to watch the kids? All I care about right now is the ache between my legs and the man who’s about to make it better.
I wiggle my hand between our bodies, which is easier said than done because my front is plastered to his. When I manage to get his pants unbuttoned and my fingers stroke the top of his cock, Grayson takes a step back.