Nova's POV

I opened my eyes with a groan using a hand to shield my eyes from the harsh light. Movement shuffled below me, my stomach filled with warmness. I look down to see Grayson's head resting on my stomach his arms wrapped around my waist.

My hand goes to his messy bed hair, running my fingers through his soft locks. I close my eyes ready to fall back to a deep sleep when the door burst open, my movements stopping. I lazily look towards the door to see Kelly standing there with a pout.

"How do you know if someone wants to have sex with you?" I blink at her as she jumps on the bed ignoring Grayson's groan.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, my mind still half asleep.

"I don't think Liam wants to have sex with me ." She falls back onto the bed with a groan.

Grayson snorts below me. "Please, he's wanted to fuck you since the day he met you." He mumbles without even lifting his head.

"Grayson!" I gasp, shaking my head.

"Well then why won't he?" Kelly turns to Grayson even though his eyes are closed.

"Just flash him your boobs, I'm sure you'll get a reaction." He opens one eyes and looks at Kelly. "Now fuck off." And he closes his eye and again, holding me tighter.

I roll my eyes at him and look at Kelly who is actually thinking of the idea. "Or, you could just talk to him about it." I say.

She thinks over it then nods her head. "Nah, I'll just flash him." I shake my head as she jumps off the bed and shouts as she leaves, "Thanks Grayson!"

"I quit." I groan.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Don't stop." Grayson picks my hand up and plops it on his head. With a small smile I begin to run my fingers through his hair.

"You're such a baby." I chuckle complying to his demand. "Ow!" I flinch as Grayson pinches the skin on my hip.

I glare down at his sleeping figure his bare back facing me, allowing me to eye the muscles that ripple through his tanned skin. I reach my hand out running my nails up and down slowly. Grayson lets out a moan and just to annoy him I stop my movements. He looks up at me with a pout making me grin.

Removing himself from me, his crawls over to me so he's hovering above me with a smile. "Why are you teasing me?" He kisses me softly making my body shiver in delight.

"Because it's fun." I whisper. My eyes run over his features. His eyes are hooded from sleep, his jaw is decorated with a light stumble. I run my finger over it liking the way it feels against my fingertips. I swipe my thumbs over his under eyes where dark circles sit.

"Did you get much sleep?" I mummer looking into his green eyes.

"I had a bit of trouble during the night. It's nothing." His hand runs down my neck giving me an assuring smile.

"Was it a nightmare?" I ask. I certainly hope it wasn't, I would feel terrible if I was sleeping soundly while he was suffering.

"It's fine, Angel." He whispers, kissing me on my cheek.

"You should of woken me, Grayson." I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer towards me.

"I didn't want to. You looked to beautiful to be woken." He smirks as his lips hover over my neck.

"Grayson, I'm serious." I push against his shoulder making me pull away. He sighs dipping his head down. "If you ever wake up with a nightmare, I want to be there to help you." I frown.

"Okay, I'll wake you." I smile at him making him roll his eyes. He falls on top of me his arms quickly wrap around me as he flips onto his back taking me with him.

I laugh steadying myself by holding onto his shoulders as I straddle his hips. My hands hover over his stab wound which is covered with a bandage. I peer up at him through my lashes with a teasing smile. "Sorry about that." I whisper.

"Eh, it's nothing." He looks down at the wound then back up at me. "As I said, you're hot when mad." I roll my eyes.

"I'll change it for you." I give him a chaste kiss on his lips before I climb off and run into the bathroom looking for the first aid kit. I spot the small box and walk back out to Grayson who has his back leaning against the head bored, his muscular chest on display as the sheets pool at his waist.

I straddle him again, his hands gripping my hips, I slowly peel off the bandage revealing the wound. It's healing nicely and doesn't look to be infected. I open the first aid kit grabbing the alcohol-free wipe and gently wiping his wound.

I look up at Grayson just to be sure I'm not hurting him, only when I look up his eyes are already on me, watching me. "Afraid I might hurt you?" I tease him, glancing at him quickly before I look back at the wound.

I feel his hands roam my heated skin, his hands gliding gown my hips gripping my ass making me lightly gasp. "Just admiring what's mine." I roll my eyes but a traitor smile appears on my lips.

I re-bandage the wound and look up at him with a smile. My hands glide up his chest and around his neck where I pull him against me. "You're smooth with words." I whisper as my lips hover against his.

"Only for you, Angel." I bite my lip at the sound of his husky voice. I pull him against me even more, my breasts pushing against his naked chest. He moans in appreciation, his hands sliding into the back of my shorts and cupping my bare ass.

"Is that a promise?" I whisper, my nails running up and down his back as I grind my hips against his hardened dick.

"If you want it to be. I'll promise you anything, Angel." He lets out a moan his head dipping only my neck where he attacks it with sweet kisses and harsh bites. My hands slide into his boxers, gripping his dick and beginning to pump.

"Promises me you'll stay." I blurt out. I didn't know what I was thinking at that moment. All I knew, that Grayson was my forever and I never wanted him to leave. He's in my heart now and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Grayson takes my neck into his hands and slams his lips against mine. Maybe time stopped when his lips met mine, but the flutter in my stomach only intensified. My heart pounded in my chest as my knees got weaker. I could only focus on how soft he felt against my mouth, how addictively he invaded all my senses.

It still wasn't clear if i dreamed this moment to life, but there was raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around my waist. He slides my shorts to the side, sliding his finger against my wet pu**y. I tip my head back as a moan leaves my mouth.

For the first time I didn't feel worried about anything, I could only focus on this very moment we shared. If anything, the warm feeling of his breath, although destabilizing, was inviting. We pulled away, only for a second. This time around Grayson, without any warning, thrusts into me while both of his arms tighten around my small frame, and met my lips again halfway.

A small scream erupted from my parted lips, the move unexpected but definitely welcomed. His thrusts were hard and fast, my hips meeting his with every movement. I pushed his shoulder back my hands gripping onto the bed while I rode him.

Heat rose from my stomach to my chest. Grayson's lips were addictive and my heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him hypnotic beyond reason. I parted my lips and felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling my toes, unfurling all my senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all my thoughts.

My whole body tingled, the feel of his dick in me made my whole body explode as his arms wrapped around me felt nearly forbidden. He pulled me in, claiming my mouth again, hungry and intense, until my body gave in. By the time i became aware of my fingers, they had already slipped against his chest, his skin smooth and radiating heat.

Each time I went down it felt deeper and deeper hitting in just the right spot. The headboard was banging against the wall as me and Grayson let out moans and grunts. Grayson's hands were gripping my hips so tightly I'm sure there would be bruises left behind. I didn't care one bit.

With more hard thrusts I felt my self let go, the rippling orgasm making my body spasm against Grayson. Grayson takes over the thrusts as my arms gripped the bed for support as I still gathered myself. He stills inside of me and releases a loud moan, his head tipping back in pleasure.

We finally, after loosing our breaths to each other, pull away. I lean my forehead on his chest breathing heavily against his fast beating chest. "I promise I'll stay, Angel. I promise." His voice is strained and breathless.

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I stretch out my sore muscles that still ache from Grayson's harsh thrusts. I'm not complaining though, my body felt alive and my desire was at an almost high at the feel of him inside me. Just the thought makes me flush and aroused when I really should not be in such a populated place.

"The reason you are all here is because you have another mission!"

I wonder what other positions Grayson could put me in. The thought of me on my hands and knees as he fucked me from behind, his hand fisting my hair pulling my head back, exposing my neck which would be littered with his marks. I bite my lip and a wave of excitement rushes over me.

"You'll be flying out to France is three hours, so get your shit ready!"

Or maybe we would both lay on our sides as he fucks me from behind, his warm large hands gripping onto my hips as he pounds into me. My hips moving to match his tempo. He would groan into my neck and fondle my breasts, pinching and flicking my hard nipples.

"You'll be breaking into the Musée d'Orsay! You'll be retrieving one of the most expensive pieces of art there."

Even him just going down on me is thrilling. His expert tongue creating hip buckling pleasure to erupt from me. My moans would be loud as I cling onto the sheets for deer life. He would dip his fingers into me making me thrust against them. His thumb paying extra attention to my clit, my body trembling.

"It is worth over one hundred million euros! If you guys fuck this up you won't have to worry about going to jail or being shot, because I will personally bring hell upon you!"

Oh dear. I seem to have forgot everything he said.

I'm aware of how my body temperature has risen, goosebumps travelling across my skin. My core burning with an aching passion, while my pussy is wet and ready for Grayson. I really need to get a grip.

I look around, Kelly looks over the weapons with a curious glaze. Ethan filling every duffle bag with many guns, a large black steel sniper crossed over his back. Liam attaching guns to his body like clothes. Grayson starting at me with a smirk.

...wait.

I snap my eyes back to him as he leans against the wall with a smug smirk making me narrow my eyes at him in suspicion. He takes his bottom lip into his mouth as he looks me up and down with a hungry gaze then flashing me a wink.

I flip him off as I realised he must of been watching me as I fantasised about us. If only he could know what I'm thinking, I'm sure I wouldn't be the only one hot and bothered.

"Go!"

I cast a confused look to Grayson having no idea what we are supposed to be doing. He chuckles, pushing himself off from the wall and cocks his head to the side with his hand open ready for mine to slip into.

I smile and make my way over to him, my hand entwined with his. He gives me a quick kiss on the head as we walk out of the meeting room.

"Gonna tell me what has you practically melting into the floor?" He looks down at me with a raised brow.

I flash him a smile. "I'll show you later." I wink at him.

I'll be sure to show him exactly what I was thinking about.

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