chapter 8. Morning Games

BELLE Grayson’s arm tightened around me, then he slowly moved and pressed his lips to my ear. “Good morning, baby,” he whispered. He brought my earlobe into his mouth and bit down softly. It felt incredible, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Do not move, Belle. Do not make a sound. You’re sleeping, remember? “Hmm… I know you’re awake, Belle.” He kissed my neck. He’s lying. He doesn’t know that. How could he know that? “We’re playing pretend, are we? Okay, let’s play.” What? What the hell does he mean by that? I wasn’t in the mood for games. Well, I didn’t want to be in the mood, but I also couldn’t deny the heat starting to build between my thighs… I felt him move so that he was on top of me. I instinctively spread my legs just a little so he could put his body between them. Grayson chuckled. Shit, did he notice me do that? He did, didn’t he? I tried to keep my body limp and my breathing regular. No matter