"I've just never had the right motivation before.” He carried me into the bedroom on his back but stopped abruptly as he crossed the threshold. “Looks like you’ve been busy.” Olivia and I had redecorated the room, bringing in a large mahogany sleigh bed that took up the majority of the space. Crisp, gray bedding covered the mattress, and everything was exactly in place. Grant spun and dropped me off his back, bouncing me onto the bed. The headboard banged hard against the wall. I pushed back on my elbows, kicking off my boots. They dropped noisily to the floor, echoing in my ears. I bent my knees before me and said, "I was motivated, too.” Grant crawled on his knees and placed his hands onto the top of mine. He licked his lips. I looked at him kneeling over me, gorgeous and happy. His wild hair bringing out urges that shouldn't exist. And his jaw. God, I loved his jaw. Angular perfection. I had fantasies about that jaw and the unmentionable things it made me want to do.
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