Playing with Mr. Grant - Page 176

“Where is it?” I ask, scanning his face for a clue.

“You’ll see.” He pulls me into his arms, wrapping my legs either side of him.

“I’ll see?”

The subtle curl of his lips is back. “You’ll see,” he repeats.

“That’s all I’m getting?”

He lifts me, pulling me back down onto his hard cock with a deep groan, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Jet,” I argue, even though the pleasure he’s sending through my body is threatening to take over my senses. “I want to know.”

He ignores me as he starts moving my body how he wants it, working me up and down his cock.

“This conversation isn’t over,” I gasp as the head of him rubs the special spot deep inside me.

He groans, looking at where he’s disappearing inside me.

“If I don’t like it, we’re changing it.”

He lies back onto the bed, looking up at me with heated desire burning in his eyes. “You’ll like it.”

“So damn sure of yourself,” I mutter as his fingers flex on my hips and he picks up the pace, pulling me down onto him harder.

“You trust me, don’t you?” he grits, thrusting his hips up, urging me to work with him.

I bite my lower lip, my eyes dropping to my hand, spread out over his chest as I sink down onto him with more force. He grunts as I curl my fingers into his dark chest hair, the yellow diamond like a bright burning light shining out between the strands.

“Yeah, I trust you,” I breathe, squeezing him until he lets out a rasped curse.

“Fuck… Good girl.”

“You’re still going to tell me.” I squeeze him again and the tendons in his neck flex as he lets out a deep groan.

“We’ll see.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” I say, squeezing him again.

He looks up at me, his dark brows pulling low as I smirk.

“Shut up and ride my cock, Fiancée.”

Chapter 43

Ava

I stare at thegiant yellow diamond, spinning the ring side to side, letting it catch the light.

“You like it?”

I glance at Jet sitting beside me in Atlantic Airways’ airport lounge as we wait for our flight to LA.

“You know I love it,” I answer.

He tips his chin with a small grunt, which is his way of saying he’ll get me another one if I want him to. He’ll get me anything I want. Even a unicorn.

I look back at the jewel. But nothing could be as perfect as this, knowing that he picked it himself, that he pictured me wearing it as he chose it. I don’t care that it’s a special commission made by some bigshot jewelry firm based in New York who make crowns and things for royal families. I wouldn’t even have known if Mum hadn’t gushed about how perfect Beaufort Diamonds are when I video called her to share our news.