Risky Position Bonus Scene One

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4 Months committed, on a luxury vacay of Sun, Sand, and Sexy Mischief 

Harper

The heat from the midday sun was deliciously warm, and the pool was perfect—crystal clear water, lazy ripples shimmering beneath the palms. But the real masterpiece? Grayson and his washboard abs, sitting next to me on a lounge chair, wearing nothing but black swim trunks and a cocky grin that I was dangerously close to slapping off his face.

He lounged like he owned the whole damn resort, one arm slung lazily across the back of my chair, a low growl already vibrating from his chest as he caught me looking at him.

“See something you like, Griffy?” His voice was deep, smug as hell.

I sipped my fruity cocktail through the obnoxious paper straw, narrowing my eyes at him over the rim. “Yeah. My boyfriend, who I might have to drown in this pool if he keeps looking at me like that.”

He gave me a slow, predatory grin that made my skin heat more than the sun ever could. “You won’t. You like it when I look at you like this.”

God help me, he wasn’t wrong. But admitting that would only encourage him, so I rolled my eyes dramatically and leaned back in my chair.

“You’re insufferable,” I muttered.

Grayson reached over, brushing his knuckles along the bare skin of my thigh, just enough to make me squirm. “And you love me for it.”

I swatted his hand away—not because I wanted him to stop, but because I liked making him work for it. “Careful, Brookie. You’re already on thin ice.”

He let out a low chuckle, a deep, sexy sound that always made my heart do stupid things. “You keep threatening me, baby, but we both know how that’s going to end.”

I arched a brow. “Oh? And how’s that?”

His grin sharpened, pure mischief in his blue eyes. “With you under me, begging me to—”

“Grayson!” I hissed, cutting him off with a scandalized laugh. “We’re in public, you menace.”

He just shrugged, completely unapologetic. “It’s not my fault you can’t keep your eyes off me.”

I leaned closer, giving him a saccharine smile. “If you’re fishing for compliments, you’re going to have to try a lot harder.”

“Oh, I don’t fish, sunshine,” he said, his voice dropping to a growl. “I catch.”

And just like that, the air between us shifted—charged with heat and something that felt suspiciously like a dare.

“You’re impossible.” I crossed my arms over my bikini top, using them as a barrier between us.

“And yet,” he murmured, leaning closer until his lips brushed my ear, “here you are, still sitting next to me.”

I shivered, even though the sun was baking down on us. He knew exactly what he was doing.

The bastard.

I forced myself to sit back, determined not to let him get the upper hand—at least not yet. “Alright, Brooks,” I said, eyeing him playfully. “How about a tiny little bet?”

His brows lifted in mild curiosity, though I could already see the competitive spark lighting in his eyes. He grunted. “A bet?”

“Mm-hmm.” I took another sip of my drink, enjoying the slow burn of anticipation. “If I can swim to the far end of the pool and back before you do, you have to carry me—princess style—through the resort to our room.”

Grayson let out a low laugh, the sound rough and warm like whiskey. “You’re serious?”

I smirked. “Dead serious. What, afraid of a little competition?”

His grin turned sharp. Dangerous. “Not at all, sunshine. I’m just thinking about how good you’ll look under me later when I win.”

God. He really was the worst—and the best, all at once.

***

The bet was on.

We stood at the edge of the pool, side by side, both of us grinning like dummies as we counted down.

“On three,” I said, tightening my ponytail. “One… two—”

I jumped in before I hit three.

“Cheater!” Grayson’s voice echoed behind me as I hit the water with a splash and swam as fast as I could.

The cool water rushed over my skin, but I could hear him—feel him—closing the distance behind me like a damn shark. And just when I thought I had the upper hand, his strong arm snagged me around the waist, hauling me back toward him in one smooth, infuriating motion.

I broke the surface, sputtering. “Grayson!”

He grinned, the water glistening off his perfect, stupid jawline. “I warned you, sunshine. You can’t win.”

I splashed water in his face—because mature adults, clearly—and tried to wriggle out of his grip. But Grayson just pulled me closer, his hand sliding down to my hip with an ease that made me tremble. He gripped my ass beneath the water and squeezed.

“You know what happens when you cheat, right?” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

A thrill shot through me, equal parts excitement and exasperation. “Oh, what, I get dragged back to the room?”

Grayson’s grin was slow, wicked. “Oh no, Griffin. That would be too easy.”

Before I could respond, he ducked under the water, grabbed my legs, and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

“Grayson!” I shrieked, laughing as he carried me through the shallow end of the pool, ignoring the curious stares of other guests.

“This,” he said, pinching my thigh with satisfaction, “is what happens when you challenge me, sunshine. Feeling like a princess now?”

I laughed so hard I could barely breathe. And as ridiculous as the whole thing was—being hauled over his shoulder in a pool at a five-star resort—I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Our antics were interrupted when my phone, sitting on the nearby lounge chair, began buzzing loudly.

Grayson let me slide down his front, landing back on my feet with a splash. He tilted his head. “Expecting a call?”

I groaned, realizing exactly who it was. “It’s probably my parents. They’ve been calling every other day since we left.”

Grayson’s brows lifted, amused. “FaceTime?”

“Yup.”

He shot me a grin. “Answer it.”

“What?” I sputtered, pushing wet hair from my face. “No! You’re half-naked. I’m half-naked. This is not the vibe I want when they meet my boyfriend.”

But before I could protest further, Grayson hauled himself out of the pool in one smooth motion, water dripping off his chest, and grabbed my phone.

“No, no, no—Grayson—”

Too late. He hit Accept.

“Hey there, Mr. and Mrs. Griffin!” he said cheerfully, holding the phone up at a terrible angle so the video showed mostly his chest and wet abs.

Oh my God. Kill me now.

On the other end of the line, my mom’s delighted voice rang out. “Oh my! Is this the infamous Grayson?”

“Infamous?” Grayson shot me a grin over his shoulder, like he was having the time of his life.

“Yes, we’ve heard so much about you,” my dad added, and I could practically hear the grin in his voice. “Is it true you’re the one who dragged our daughter into an escape room and kissed her?”

I groaned and swam to the edge of the pool, trying to grab the phone. “Dad, I swear to God—”

Grayson danced out of reach, still grinning like a fool. “Guilty as charged, sir.”

The next few minutes were a blur of introductions, awkward small talk, and my parents trying to dig up as much dirt on Grayson as possible. To my shock—and slight horror—Grayson loved it. He went from smug alpha to complete charmer in seconds, though he stumbled over his words just enough to make me giggle.

By the time I finally managed to wrestle the phone from his grip, my parents were practically inviting him over for Christmas.

“Okay, Mom, Dad,” I said, panting from the effort. “We’ll call you later. Love you, bye!”

Grayson gave them a parting grin and waved before I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the chair.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He gave me a sheepish, boyish grin—one I didn’t see often but absolutely adored. “They love me.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, grabbing a towel. “And now you’re stuck with them forever.”

Grayson stepped closer, looping an arm around my waist, his lips brushing against my ear. “Forever sounds good to me, sunshine.”

***

Later, when we finally made it back to our room, soaked and breathless from laughing, Grayson pinned me against the door with a growl, his hands bracketing my waist. I could feel his desire for me radiating off of him.

“You’re trouble,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. “You know that, right?”

I grinned up at him, tugging him down for another kiss. “Yeah. But I’m your trouble,” I said, my voice breathy and full of longing.

He chuckled, but there was a dark edge to it that sent a thrill through me. “Fucking right.” Then he kissed me again, hot and slow and so thoroughly my toes curled into the plush carpeting. His tongue teased mine, and I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair.

Grayson’s hands roamed down my body, slipping inside my pool coverup and finding my bare skin. I gasped as his fingers traced over my ribs and down to my hips, jerking me even closer to him. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and I wriggled my hips in response.

He broke the kiss and spun me around, and I was suddenly face-to-face with the wall. He pressed his muscled frame against mine, and I could feel his arousal pressing into my lower back. It made me weak in the knees, and I leaned back against him, letting him support my weight. He grunted in my ear, the sound vibrating through me and making my lower belly clench.

“You’re mine, Harper,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “Every fucking inch of you.”

I nodded, suddenly unable to speak. I was completely overwhelmed by his presence, by the way he was making me feel. Sex with Grayson was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

“You know what I think you need?” he said, his voice low and rough.

He pulled me away from the door and started walking me backward toward the sofa in the middle of the room, pushing the gossamer coverup I wore off my shoulders as we went. It dropped to the floor, but I barely noticed. Heat pooled in my center at the look in his eyes.

“What do I need?” I asked, my breath coming in short pants.

“A little punishment for cheating at the pool,” he growled.

With a wicked grin, he yanked the ties to my bikini bottom and before I could think twice, he spun me toward the sofa, manhandling me as he pushed me down over the arm so my face was planted in the cushion. Seconds later, his hand came down on my bare ass with a sharp smack and I yelped in surprise. But the sensation was quickly replaced by another wave of fire that spread through my body.

I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face in the soft fabric.

Shit.   

Grayson chuckled again, his fingers tracing over the spot where he’d spanked me. “You like that, don’t you, baby?” he said, his voice full of satisfaction.

I did. I really did.

Nodding against the cushion, I bit my lip, unable to speak.

“Use your words, baby,” he demanded, giving my bottom another sharp slap.

I moaned in response, but managed to find my voice. “Yes,” I admitted. “I like it, Grayson.”

His hand stroked along my spine, the rough callouses creating delicious friction along my delicate skin. I could hear the smile in his voice when he murmured, “Good girl.”

Squirming, I squeezed my thighs together, antsy for more. Grayson chuckled, like he could read my mind. Then he spanked me again, a little harder this time, and I gasped, my hips bucking against him.

“Ah ah. No moving, baby. Three more.” He brought his hand down again, twice this this time in quick succession on the other cheek, then pausing before landing one more. I jerked and shuddered into the couch cushions, my knees jelly, but didn’t move. The stinging pain mixed with a heavy need that thrummed through my veins.

I held my breath as Grayson’s fingers traced along the red marks he left behind, playing with me, sliding closer to my center and then drifting away.

Groaning, I bit my lip again. “Stop teasing me, Brookie.”

“Can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he growled, bending over me, his lips finding my neck. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin there, making me cry out with pleasure. His fingers slipped back down again, tracing along the crack of my bottom, toying with me briefly before sliding down to my swollen, slick folds. Sliding a finger inside, he groaned, chuckling darkly, his lips still pressed against my neck.

“So sweet. So tight and ready for me.”

Grayson wrapped his hands in my hair, using the strands to tug me upright. Though he was more gentle, the sting still made my eyes water. But it didn’t dim my excitement or need. He turned me around to face him, and before I knew it, he was lifting me up in his strong arms, hands gripping my thighs.

“Wrap your legs, sunshine,” he commanded. I could feel the bulge in his swim shorts pressing against me, and I rocked my hips against him, eager for more. He groaned into my mouth, and I knew he was just as turned on as I was.

When we reached the bedroom, he threw me down onto the bed, and I bounced on the soft mattress. I watched as he kicked off his swim shorts, revealing his rock-hard need for me. He grinned, that wicked gleam in his eye again, and commanded me to take off my bikini top.

Without hesitation, I obeyed, slowly untying the strings and letting it fall to the floor. He twirled his finger, silently telling me to spread my thighs. I did that too, holding my breath at the way his eyes hooded as he stared at my wet folds. He stroked himself and I squirmed, restless and needy.

Then he was on top of me, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. He palmed my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were hard and aching. He pinched them, hard enough to elicit a whimper as I arched against him.

His mouth found mine again, and he kissed me feverishly, his tongue tangling with mine. He bit along my jaw, nipping at my earlobe before moving down to my neck and collarbone.

His fingers found my slick entrance, teasing my clit, flicking and pinching it with expert pressure and precision. It was insane how well the man knew how to play my body. I bucked my hips, trying to get closer to him, but he held me down, torturing me.

“Please,” I begged, my voice breathy and needy. “Please, Grayson, I need you inside me.”

He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that made my heart race. “Patience, Griffy,” he murmured, his voice full of promise. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Lifting himself up, he slid down between my thighs, settling himself between them, and I felt his hot breath on my core. His scruff rubbed against my thighs as he licked my wet folds, teasing my clit with maddening, deliberate strokes. I moaned, my hips bucking up to meet his mouth.

He chuckled again and then sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and biting down lightly with his teeth. I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets, my body tensing as a sudden orgasm crashed over me.

Holy shit.

Grayson didn’t stop, though––he kept licking and sucking the sensitive flesh until I came a second time, my body sheened with sweat and quivering with release. When I finally came down from my orgasmic high, he grinned up at me, his stubbled face glistening with my juices.

“Damn, you taste so fucking good,” he said, his voice husky and low. I blushed, but offered him a hazy smile, my limbs feeling deliciously boneless.

I was still reeling from the intense orgasms he’d just given me with his mouth, when he stood up. My eyes widened as he grabbed my ankles. Sliding me down the bed toward him, he flipped me onto my stomach and jerked my bottom up in the air. A surprised laugh escaped me, my core already throbbing again in anticipation.

Grayson dug his fingers into my hips as he positioned himself behind me, before entering me with one hard, deep thrust. I gasped at the feeling of being so completely filled by him, my sensitive nerves sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I could practically feel him gritting his teeth as he held still for a moment, savoring the sensation of being buried inside me.

Then he started moving again, his fingers finding my swollen nub and playing with it as he thrust in and out of me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, bending over me, his breath hot and heavy in my ear. “Do you know how bad I want you, every fucking time I look at you? How much I fantasize about being inside you?”

I moaned in response, unable to form coherent thought as he continued to move. His fingers dug into my flesh, leaving marks that would linger long after we were finished. I nearly cried when he stopped playing with my clit. Instead, his palm slid up my rib cage, reaching under me to knead my breast, pinching and playing with my nipples as he bit my shoulder and slammed into me again.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you love this, too,” he demanded, his voice strained with desire.

“I love it,” I gasped, gripping the bed sheets, my voice hoarse with need. “I love the way you feel inside me. I love how hard you are.”

He lifted back up, his weight leaving me but still inside me as he glided in and out, my walls clenching around him with every stroke. His fingers trailed along my spine, raising goose flesh, before he kneaded my ass cheeks. My breath hitched and I whimpered as he took his fingers and teased the tight little hole between them, spreading my juices around and toying with the sensitive skin.

“Dirty girl,” he chuckled, “you like that, don’t you? You want my finger in this tight little hole too, baby?”

I was a little embarrassed, but I couldn’t deny how turned on I was. Grateful my face was buried in the pillows, I just nodded my head, unable to form words as he continued to fuck me mindless. Without warning, he slapped my ass again, twice on each side, the sharp spanks sending jolts of electric pleasure through me.

“Can’t hear you, sunshine,” he growled. “You need to fucking tell me what you want.”

Gasping and moaning, my body trembled with excitement and desire. “Yes,” I finally managed to choke out. “Please, Brookie. I want… I want your fingers there.”

Grayson thrust into me again with a grunt, his fingers finding and playing with my clit as my walls pulsed around him. He spread my slick juices around and then slipped his finger back up along my crack, toying with the hole again before slipping in just the tip of his finger.

He started moving again, thrusting into me as his finger slipped further and further inside my bottom. I whimpered, my hands squeezing the bedding, the feeling of being so completely filled by him overwhelming me. I could feel myself stretching and opening for him, the sensation both foreign and incredibly pleasurable. He pulled his length out and then thrust back inside me in one smooth motion, matching the movements of his finger as my whole body quaked.

We were both slicked with sweat as Grayson started moving faster, pushing us both to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles clenching around him as I cried out his name, my body trembling with anticipation as he fucked me harder and harder.

“That’s it, baby. Let go,” he encouraged, his own release imminent.

Finally, with one last thrust, we both came at almost the same time, our bodies shuddering and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over us. Slowly, he slipped his finger out of my bottom, caressing me again before he collapsed on top of me, his hot breath tickling my sweaty neck as we both panted and floated back to earth together.

As we laid there, spent and breathless, our bodies still connected, Grayson stroked my hair tenderly, pulling the damp strands away from my face. Reluctantly, he slid out of me, before climbing onto the bed and pulling me into his arms, tucking me against him.

“You’re amazing, Harper,” he murmured, his breath fanning against my skin.

I smiled lazily, a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the desire still coursing through my veins.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Brookie,” I whispered.

Grayson chuckled, his body cradling me, his big hand palming my breast, one heavy leg entwined between mine. “I love you, baby,” he said, his voice full of emotion as he nuzzled me.

A tiny, satisfied sigh escaped me. “I love you too, Grayson.”

I could feel his lips curve against my ear. “Just remember who said it first.”

Too sleepy to laugh, the words sun and moon drifted randomly through my mind.

And the only other thing I could think before sleep claimed me was, how’d I get so damn lucky?