Forbidden Fruit - A Naughty Collection

He’s hard for me. The realization makes me grin, and thankfully, he can’t see the grin on my face.

“You know I don’t like it when you ignore me, Mila.” His low, angry tone shudders through me, and I have to close my eyes to keep my body from betraying me. Shit. She’s a bitch because I’m already trembling and needy. The ache between my thighs is already tightening, swirling with desire for the man I can’t have. My pussy pulses, begging for something I have imagined but only he can deliver.

“Why do you care? You’re not my father, Grayson.” I hiss my response, causing him to push me away quickly as if I’ve scorched him. “What are you doing here anyway?” My anger isn’t warranted, but my jealousy is. I saw him earlier in the same nightclub my friends and I walked into. He was sitting between two pretty women who were practically naked.

“I do care,” he promises, his tone turning urgent, honesty blazing in his eyes. Even in the dim light, I can see Grayson cares for me. “I’m here because your father and I have a meeting early tomorrow.” He lifts a hand and rakes it through his dark brown hair, causing another wave of desire to flush through me at an alarming rate. My heart leaps into my throat when he pins me with those mocha eyes.

“I’m nineteen, legal, and an adult. You have no right to question me.” The words fall from my lips before I have time to think. His eyes heat, and even in the dark, I’m hooked, caught in a web of self-destruction, because the only thing I can think of is leaping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his taut waist.

“You may be legal, Mila, but I’ll be damned if I stand by watching you go out partying and fucking every boy in the neighborhood. Your father would have a fucking stroke if he knew.” The word fuck in his smooth, silky, whispered baritone is enough to have my panties drenched with arousal.

The thought of Grayson knowing I’m no longer the sweet, innocent girl he’s watched grow up makes me wish I could’ve hidden it away. I’m not sure why, but the confusing desire courses through me, wanting him to see me as a woman, but also wanting him to remember me as the girl who needed him through the darkest time in her life.

I know my feelings aren’t normal. They can’t be, but I can’t stop them. Each time I see him, when he saunters into the house, I’m a teenager with a crush.

When my stepdad married my mother, I’d just turned thirteen, and when I first met his brother, I gawked. It’s wrong, so fucking wrong, but god, I can’t help but ache whenever I’m near him. Now, at nineteen, he’s the only man I picture when I slide my hand between my legs.

My uncle elicits feelings from me that I can’t explain. The burst of wings that tickle my belly when Grayson walks into the room and the ache in my core has me quivering when I think of his hands on me.

I can’t even tell any of my friends about it because I’m afraid of the judgment, and I can’t even imagine what Aunt Shanika will say.

“Fine, I won’t go around fucking every boy I see, if you give me some privacy.” I stalk past him, thinking it’s done, when suddenly he grips my arm, tugging me against his rock-hard body. For a thirty-two-year-old man, he’s built better than any of my college friends. And the ink that adorns his arms only adds to his allure.

“Do not use that tone with me, sweetheart,” he bites out close to my ear, sending electric sparks trailing through every inch of my body.

“Why? Are you going to put me over your knee and spank me, Uncle Grayson?” I quip playfully, but the way his eyes glower tells me he’s considering it. Squeezing my thighs together, I bite my lip to keep from moaning as the images play out in my mind. Fuck, I’d love for him to do that.

“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. I’m not averse to doing just that.”

Suddenly, he releases me and stalks down the hallway toward the guest bedroom. When the door clicks in the darkness, I release the breath I’d been holding. But the scent of his masculine cologne hangs heavily in the air.

I toe off my heels and pad down the opposite hallway and up the stairs which lead to my bedroom, still reeling from the interaction with him. I’m in so much trouble as each time I’m near him, my feelings only seem to taunt me further. Pushing the door to my bedroom open, I step inside and shut it behind me.

Thoughts of what Grayson Connor does to me is wrong on so many levels, but I push him to do it. I tease him mercilessly. Shoving off my pink miniskirt, I glance in the mirror. I’ve always been curvy, with my hips wider than my waist. My breasts are bigger than any of my friends’, and I always wondered if Grayson didn’t prefer those petite girls because they were the opposite of me.