“Layla, we’re here.”

Her arms reached up automatically and circled my neck. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled up at me. “It isn’t just a dream. I’m really here with you.”

I dropped my forehead to hers. “Yes, you are.”

The valet cleared his throat outside the car.

“Guess we have to get out of the car, huh?” I gave him the sign for five minutes and he nodded with a grin before disappearing.

“I guess so. But it’s a good car,” she sighed, laughing as a blush spread over her cheeks.

“Wait till you see the bed.” I smirked, more than a little pleased with myself that she liked my tastes.

“The bed? We’re in one room?” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“Damn sure we are. You didn’t think I could sleep in another room away, did you? It’s all I’ve been thinking about . . . you in my arms, your pussy, fucking you. Slow and gentle, hard and fast, in every position you’ve ever imagined.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Doctor has a dirty mouth.”

“You have no idea, baby.”

“I really like it.” To prove it, she pulled my face closer and kissed me, slipping her tongue inside to taste me.

“Hold that thought,” I said, feeling my cock strain against my pants again. “We’ll get done for public indecency if you keep kissing me like that.”

With a soft giggle, she let go. I sat up straight and combed a hand through my hair. Thank fuck I’d already checked us in so we didn’t have to wait at reception.

I wanted her naked.

I pushed a fifty pound note into the valet’s hands before walking around the car to open the door for Layla.

Upon entering the hotel’s reception, I noted that the open elevator was full of people.

“Not this one, sweetheart,” I said as I pulled her back by the arm. “We’re going right to the top. We need a special one that skips the lower floors.”

“Oh, wow,” she said, clapping her hands together. “You are spoiling me.”

“Nothing but the best for you, my dear. You deserve it.” What good was being a billionaire if I couldn’t put the money to good use? My trust fund would be available to me in a few short weeks and going by what Dad had said, I’d be too busy working for him to enjoy my new personal wealth.

I grimaced. Half of my grandfather’s stock would be transferred to me on my twenty-fifth birthday. It felt like a weight on my shoulders. Having that much wealth was a responsibility most people had no idea about.

I’d give it all away in a heartbeat. Especially if it meant I could follow my dreams. But that would crush my father and probably send my grandad into a coma. Both men had told me endlessly how hard they’d worked to make Forbes International into the global conglomerate it was now.

There was no way I could escape the burden, so I may as well enjoy it, right?

Turning my mind to more pleasant things, I pushed Layla against the wall of the elevator as soon as we stepped inside. I cupped her tits and rolled her tight nipples between my fingers.

“You really should wear a bra in public. Your tits are more than distracting, you know.”

“I hate wearing them. They’re so damn restrictive.”

“Believe me, I know. These have tortured me for fucking years. I’ve tried so hard to pretend I don’t notice, but the way they jiggle gives me a hard-on every damn time.”

“You’re not serious—” She clasped a hand over her mouth to hide her widening grin.

I pinched both of her nipples hard, making her squirm the way I had for all those long years since I became aware of her rack.

“Why would I lie to you?”

She shrugged. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware.” She was trying her best to look serious, but she wasn’t fooling me.

“That’s exactly what made it so fucking sexy. You didn’t even know what you were doing to my poor dick. Do you have any idea how many times I jerked off to the mental image of those damn tits?” She shook her head slowly. She really was clueless about how sexy she was.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened into a large marble lobby.

“This is our little slice of heaven,” I said, spreading my arms wide.

Layla blinked a few times as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. I stood beside her, holding her hand, watching the childlike joy on her face.

She dragged me toward the floor to ceiling window. “This is ours? For a whole week?” Her voice was croaky and filled with emotion. “The view—it’s breathtaking.”

“I agree,” I said with an evil grin, “But I wish it was naked.”

“Wh—?” She pushed against my chest playfully as my words sunk in. “Damn Grayson, is sex really all you have on your mind? And here I had been admiring what a smart man you were all these years.” The humor in her voice turned me on even more.

She was right. I was like a horny dog, unable to get enough of her. I doubted seven days was going to be enough to feed my insatiable need for her.

“You’ve never had one single dirty thought about me? Ever?”

She cast her eyes down and blushed. Bingo!

“You don’t play fair, Grayson,” she rasped.

Her admission was doing all sorts of crazy things to my dick. Crazy but good.

At least my money could buy this—time with her.

Time before we went back to Sidney and the reality waiting for us.

I didn’t want to think about it.

Not now. Not ever.

14: Layla

Hearing that Grayson had crushed on me as hard as I had on him made my heart sing. Was that why he never brought girls home during Uni breaks? Why he hung out with me even though his cool friends wanted to drag him to bars and parties and introduce him to ‘babes’?

And there I was, thinking that he’d only thought of me as his geeky little stepsister. Grayson’s revelation boosted my confidence more than any push up bra ever could—if I ever decided to wear one.

“And this, my lady, is the bedroom.” He put on an English accent as he pushed open the double doors next to the window.

“Oh, wow,” I gasped as I took it all in. Dead in the center of the largest bedroom I’d ever seen—and ours were by no means small at the Forbes’s mansion—stood a huge four poster bed draped with soft white lace curtains.

“Fit for a Queen . . . my Queen,” Grayson said from behind me as he pushed my hair aside and kissed my neck. I leaned back and melted into him, loving the warm kisses that made my toes curl with delight.

Quickly, he spun me around, laid both hands on my waist, and lifted me onto the bed. With a growl, he crawled on after me, towering over me.

Playing the role of the damsel of days gone by, I pushed the back of my hand against my forehead and playfully fluttered my eyes.

“Oh take me, sir, make me yours,” I teased in my best English accent.

“Fuck, Layla, do you have any idea what that does to me?” he groaned.

“No, but if it’s working—”

“Fuck yeah, it’s working. Big time.”

I chuckled softly as my hand stroked over his growing erection. Big was the right word. I undid the buttons of his jeans and slipped a hand inside his boxers. His velvety skin felt soft to my touch, I lazily rubbed the tip and spread his slippery pre-cum with my thumb whilst watching his beautiful face. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let a deep rumble escape his lips.

I loved having this much power over him.

I hadn’t even sucked his dick and he was losing control.

With a quick move I’d learned in self-defense classes, I rolled him over so that he was under me. He opened his eyes and all I could see was lust and want reflected in them.

All for me.

Straddling him, I bent my head down and kissed his lips sweetly. He moaned against my mouth as I pulled away. Just as quickly, I jumped backwards off the bed.

“The lady needs a shower. Be back soon,” I said cheekily as I put extra swing into my step as I walked away from him.