Free Forbidden Love (Forbidden Trilogy) by S.R. Watson Page A

traipsing around the world, picking up freelance photography work along the way. But when we do get a chance to talk, he always has so much to share with me about his adventures. He’s invited me to join him when I finish my studies, but I don’t plan on taking him up on it. I snap out of my wandering thoughts to find Grayson just smiling at me.
    “You’re important to me too love. When I do give a woman my heart, I love hard. So be very afraid,” he kids. He’s making a joke out of his feelings for me, but I can see the underlying sincerity in his eyes. He grabs my boot off the floor and begins putting it on my foot. He picks up his T-shirt off the floor and slides it over my head. “Come now woman. Let’s see if there’s any chicken wraps left while I fix you dinner.”
    “Wow. You’re going to cook again. You must be working to get some,” I tease.
    “Baby, I don’t have to work for that, it already belongs to me. I just want to spoil my woman. Oh, and I may have been warned about the extent of your cooking skills,” he smirks. I’m going to kill Jordan. How dare she bash my cooking? I can make enough to get by. Humph, I’ll show him.
    “I can cook and I’m going to do just that. Be prepared to be amazed.” We head into the kitchen, but there is no sign of Jordan. The door to her room is open and the light is off so I know that she is gone. “Sit down and relax babe.” He smiles at my endearment or may be the fact that I’m cooking for him. I pull out a couple of wine glasses. It’s not the good stuff that he has, but good enough. I pour us a glass of merlot while I get the ingredients together for my just-thought-of meal.
    I find queso blanco Velveeta cheese and I fist pump at my yummy find. I grab the rye bread from the pantry and lightly spray the skillet with coconut oil. I open a can of tomato soup and pour it in a pot to heat up before continuing on with my deluxe grilled cheese sandwich.
    “Smells delicious baby.”
    “It’s not the stuff that you and Jordan make, but it’s my version of a gourmet grill cheese sandwich with tomato soup.” He takes a small sip of his wine and then stalks over to me.
    “I rather eat you instead,” he says nibbling on my ear. I turn my back to him because I need to watch my grilling.
    “Grayson, you’re going to make me burn our meal and then you’re going to blame it on my cooking,” I whine. He wraps his arms around my waist from behind.
    “Just taking notes love.” Yeah right. As if.
    “Ummm hmmm. I’m sure you need instructions on how to make a grilled cheese.”
    “Hmmm,” he murmurs. I feel his erection against my ass. He unsnaps my bra and lets his hands slide under my shirt until he is cupping my breast. “I love these.” He manages to pull my bra through the shirtsleeves.
    “You’re being distracting.” I bite my lip as he twists my nipples.
    He backs away and I immediately feel bereft. “Finish our meal baby. I’m sorry. You’re just so fucking sexy standing here in kitchen wearing my shirt.” He slaps my ass and I yelp. He sure loves my ass.
    We eat our meal and it is actually delicious. Grayson compliments my cooking and I beam with pride. I polish off two glasses of the merlot before he is leading me back to the bedroom. He actually waits patiently as I wrap up my homework even though he’s so hard, he can break something—namely me. As soon as my textbook closes, he is on me with the quickness. He pulls the shirt off over my head and latches on to my nipple. He swirls his tongue around the peaks and I’m already squirming. He lays me down and rrriiippp. There go my panties. He snakes down between my legs and lifts my hips. He holds me snugly as he buries his face between my thighs. “Shit,” I scream. He has me coming in record time, but he doesn’t stop. He alternates his licks with nibbles and sucking to my nub. His rhythm has me on edge again. I can’t reach his hair since he has my hips suspended mid-air, so I