I winked at him playfully. “No sleeping. There isn’t time.”

His lips curled into a wicked smile. “Good, because—”

I placed a finger over his lips to quiet him. “There isn’t time for sleeping because—” I paused for effect, grinning mischievously, “—since it’s my first visit, I am planning on seeing all the wonderful sights of London. All the touristy things.”

He groaned. “Like what?”

I ignored the frown that appeared between his eyebrows and counted on my fingers. “Big Ben, Westminster Abby, Buckingham Palace . . . Harrods too.”

If I listened carefully I could probably hear the cogs in his brain turning. “Hmmm, we could kill those off in a morning and get back to better things.”

“Better things? Like meeting the Queen for tea? Actually, I’d love to meet Kate,” I teased. “Maybe she can give me tips on how to be a lady.”

He kissed my neck. “I don’t want you to be a lady. I like you just the way you are.”

“Is that right, Doctor Forbes?”

“I love how you are . . . just you. Sweet and lovely, caring and compassionate, giving and loving. Sexy as fuck.”

The way he said that last part—when his voice went all low and growly-I couldn’t help but swoon a little. My panties were definitely getting damper by the minute and I had been worried that this was going to be a strictly platonic holiday. Thank goodness I threw my good underwear into the suitcase at the last minute. The ones I’d been saving for ’one day’.

“I’ve booked us into a great hotel. It’s near Marble Arch and a few of the popular London hotspots, so you will in fact get the chance to see some of the famous sights as we drive by.”

My eyes became misty and my vision blurred. ““Thank you for this awesome birthday present. And most of all, for sharing the experience with me.”

“It’s a pleasure. I like making you happy, but I must admit to having ulterior motives that are rather selfish.” His lips traced across my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine. “I wanted you all to myself.”

“Mission accomplished,” I purred as he planted wet kisses down my neck.

His hand slipped under my skirt and traced up my thigh. It was difficult to concentrate on anything else other than the sensation his fingers elicited. Fingers that had wormed their way between my legs and pushed my thighs apart. Fingers that rubbed over my damp panties, making me want to scream. Fingers that pushed the lacy fabric to the side and slipped into my wetness, circling my clit until I surrendered and let out a long moan as he stroked back and forth., He was driving me insane with those long damn fingers.

“Hell, who wants to have tea anyway? And London’s just another city, right?” I murmured, delirious with want.

Those fingers.

God, they felt so damn good.

I closed my eyes and let my head roll backwards, moaning as his hands kept up their work. I may even have spread my legs wider, just to give him better access.

A soft chuckle rose from his chest. “You’re a fast learner . . . but you talk too much.”

“Is that right?” I panted, my chest heaving, as I tilted my hips to meet his hand.

One finger slipped inside, then another.

“Oh, God.”

He leaned over the car and bit one of my nipples through the fabric of my shirt as his fingers fucked me. The sensation of pain and pleasure rolled through my body until I couldn’t hold back any longer. An orgasm swept through me of a magnitude of eight on the Richter scale.

“Sweet Jesus, thank you,” I murmured as I came down from the high. If this was an insight into what the next seven days entailed, I wasn’t going to be able to walk. I had a funny idea I wouldn’t be seeing much more than the walls and ceiling of the hotel room. So much for sight-seeing.

“Words are cheap you know.”

“Can I repay you in M&M’s or do you prefer Smarties?” I asked, still basking in the afterglow of that amazing orgasm.

“Fuck, you have a smart mouth on you. Show me your gratitude.” He took my hand and placed it on his crotch.

“Okaaay.” Why wasn’t I surprised to find a huge bulge in his pants straining against the denim of his jeans? I stroked him through the fabric, feeling him harden with every pass of my hand.

“See what you do to me? Get those hot lips around my dick.”

“Here? In the car?”

“Fuck yeah. Why not? I don’t think I can drive like this anyway. The small brain has taken over.”

I threw back my head and laughed. This could be fun.

He leaned back against his seat, inviting me to unbutton his jeans. Braver than I’d ever been, I made quick work of the buttons and hauled his stiff cock out from its confinement.

Grayson Forbes had the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. Proud. Thick. Heavy. It was simply magnificent. If I were a sculptor, I’d make a likeness of its perfection. I was desperate to taste him, to feel him in my mouth. His eyes gleamed as I took in the sight of him.

I licked the base, working my way up the shaft. I didn’t really have a clue if I was doing this correctly, but by the sound of his heavy breathing and groans, I was certainly doing something right.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it baby.” His hand on my head held me there. I rimmed the hood with my tongue, sucking and kissing with small slurping sounds.

I closed my eyes and took him in my mouth. All of him, balls deep. He thrusted, making gargling noises. I fisted the base of his shaft and worked him with both my hand and my mouth. Growing more confident by the second, I had the bright idea of cupping his balls with my free hand. As I squeezed gently he let out a long hiss.

“Sweet mother of God, where did you learn to do that?” His voice was husky and strained. I looked up at him with what I hoped was a sexy smile before sucking him from root to tip. His balls contracted in my hand as he groaned loudly as he chased his orgasm.

Hot wet cum spurted all over my face and neck, some landing on my shirt and hand. I couldn’t have been more proud of myself. Not bad for a beginner. Grayson pulled me up by my arms and kissed me. Ecstatic that I could please him like this, I kissed him back passionately, even though both of us were out of breath.

“Fuck, I love your enthusiasm. And tasting myself on your lips. That’s hot as fuck, baby.” He stared into my eyes. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that. You are fucking amazing.”

I beamed from ear to ear.

It had nothing to do with my newfound experience.

It had everything to do with the man.

13: Grayson

Layla exceeded my wildest expectations. My little geeky girl was turning into a tigress and I couldn’t wait for more. My chest expanded with pride at the thought that I was the one who could bring it out of her.

I tucked my dick back into my jeans and started the engine. The drive from the airport to the hotel was long and tedious due to traffic buildup. At first we chatted a little about the flight and I filled her in about my talks with the professor, but I soon noticed how her eyelids grew heavy as we crawled along the M4. Caressing her thigh slowly, I smiled as she gave up the fight and drifted off to sleep. With everything I had planned for the next week, it was a good thing she got as much sleept when she could.

I turned the music down and hummed to myself. I was content and at peace now that she was there, I hadn’t felt this carefree in a long time.

Over an hour later, I pulled up outside the hotel. I stole a glance at her beautiful face before waking her up I committed to memory the fine freckles that were scattered over the bridge of her nose, the way her lips were curled upwards even in her sleep.

Chuckling as she let out a soft snore, I leaned over and gently kissed her eyelids first, then her nose and finally her lips.