CHAPTER 2
AVA
Thunder rumbled outside, shaking the windows, but the real storm was inside Grant's bedroom. Lightning flashed white across the walls as I lay pressed against him, my back to his chest, his strong arm locked around my waist like he never wanted to let go. His c**k was rock-hard against my ass—thick, impossibly long, throbbing through his boxers and my thin sleep shorts. Every tiny shift of my hips made it twitch, and I couldn't help grinding back slow, needy.
Grant's breath hitched against my neck. "Ava… this is so wrong, baby," he whispered, voice low and strained, almost broken. "We shouldn't be doing this."
But his hand was already moving—sliding under my tank top, palm rough and warm against my stomach, then higher until he cupped my breast fully. His thumb brushed my
