“Come on then—show me how little I mean to you.”
The words were a dare and a challenge—a line she wasn’t willing to back down from. She closed the distance with deliberate intent, her fingers curling into the crisp fabric of his shirt. One fierce yank, and buttons scattered across the floor like forgotten promises.
“That shirt cost two hundred dollars,” Grayson growled, his breath hot against her skin. His gaze burned into hers, daring her to stop—daring her to go further.
“Send me the bill,” she shot back, her lips curving into a wicked smile.
Before he could respond, she let her fingers trace the sharp ridges of his abs, savoring the heat radiating from his skin. Her mouth followed, planting open-mouthed kisses along the path she carved with her hands.
“f**k, Vivienne,” he hissed, h
