The Perfect Stroke by Jordan Marie Page A

manages to give me the best sex I’ve ever had and still make me laugh at the same time. Much later .
     

 
    “Tell me again why we have to get up from here?” I whine, curling under the covers. It’s been two days… two glorious days since I let Gray back in my bed. Two days in which we’ve been boinking like rabbits. My body is sore in the most delicious places. I’m fast becoming addicted to having him around, which is probably bad. It’s also why I’m whining about not wanting to get out of bed.
    “Because you are having lunch with your friend today and I have that meeting with Riverton.”
    “That name isn’t allowed in my bed,” I grumble, running my hand from the top of his chest down his stomach, loving the heated skin and soft masculine feel of him. All man. That’s who Grayson Lucas is, and what a man. I feel every feminine thing in me stretch and purr just looking at that smile on his beautiful face.
    “Will you tell me the history between you and… the ones who shall not be named?” He grins. I want to keep the happy in the room, but I swear, one thought of Cammie and her father nearly sucks it all out. It’s not Gray’s fault. He has no idea the can of worms that are the Rivertons. I wish I didn’t.
    “That’s a long, horrid story, one that would ruin my good after-sex mood.”
    “Humor me,” he says, pulling me into his warm body. I drape my leg over him, his heated skin feeling as if it’s branding my leg. I feel his fingers sifting through my curls, and my eyes close. This . Just like this, being here with Gray, is as close as I’ve ever come to perfect. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to talk. All I want is to lie here and soak up this feeling and hold it close so that I can remember it years from now.
    “Believe it or not, there was once a time when Cammie and I were good friends.”
    “Yeah, I’m not buying that. You two are way too different.”
    “Well, it was the second grade,” I correct, and he laughs.
    “Now that makes sense.”
    “Yeah we were friends up until the fifth grade.”
    “What happened in the fifth grade?” Gray asks, sounding distracted.
    I look up and can see him from my peripheral vision playing with my hair, combing through it and then bending down. A second later, I feel a light kiss on the top of my head. I close my eyes and savor that feeling. I’m going to be honest. Banger was an amazing man, but he wasn’t very demonstrative. In fact, I can’t really remember getting kisses or hugs growing up. Heaven knows my mother wasn’t one to do that. Banger… well, I always knew he loved me. That was never a question, but he wasn’t really the hugging or kissing type. The closest he came was hugging me and slapping me on the back when I rebuilt my first engine and it purred like a kitten when he tried it out. He half hugged me and half gave me an approving slap and told me he was proud of me. I felt like I hung the moon. So, Gray doing this now feels… strange and good. Very good. Too good.
    “You with me?” he prompts me when I get lost in my thoughts.
    “Cammie’s mother learned of our friendship.”
    “And?”
    “And that was it. Her daughter couldn’t fraternize with someone below their standing in the neighborhood.”
    “What a bitch. I’m suddenly glad that’s one Riverton I haven’t met.”
    “Yeah, Cammie’s parents divorced a while back. Davina moved to Paris with some shipping tycoon. She didn’t want Cammie.”
    “Shit, that’s rough.”
    “Yeah. Some mothers shouldn’t have kids,” I agree, but I’m thinking completely about my own mother.
    “I’m sorry,” he says, and I shrug off his concern, feeling my face heat. I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. I especially don’t want them to know how much my mother’s actions hurt me.
    “Anyway, once Cammie realized she shouldn’t be seen with someone who was beneath her, that pretty much ended our friendship.”
    “That’s it? I could have sworn there