***Mak's POV***

Fucking hell!

My first kiss. A steaming, toe-curling, and blissful assault to my flesh. Grey's touch was an ignition to a gas-fueled fire. Every nerve ending sizzled, and he left my body on the verge of combustion.

I pant, struggling to settle my body down. I want more. I need to feel his lips searing every inch of my skin. I desire his hands to explore me, my hands to trace every plane of his sexy body.

One kiss and I am surely addicted.

"I'm sorry I took so long." Grey whispers as his hands continue to cradle my face.

"It was worth the wait." I assure him.

"Definitely." He smiles down in to me.

"I guess we need to get to dinner." I reluctantly state.

"One condition." Grey negotiates while holding up a single finger.

"Name your offer." I smirk.

"Tonite you're my date." He counters.

"Deal." I peck his lips as a blush saturates my cheeks.

Grey interlaces our fingers and pulls me out of the door and to his car. He once again, like always, opens the car door for me. He reluctantly pulls his fingers from mine.

Once he is seated in the car, he places his hand on my thigh and drives towards the restaurant.

I am in heaven. I have spent so many nights thinking of Grey. He starred in my dreams and consumed my thoughts. I really tried to stay professional, but there was an invisible string tethering him to me. Every part of my body yearned to explore a relationship with him.

At work, his mind is a complicated vortex of business and knowledge. His intelligence is alluring. His savvy practices entice me more every day. I could find not one characteristic that I viewed negatively. He is magnetic and I am drawn to him.

We pull up outside of Kote, a Korean Steakhouse. I am beyond starving. The smell is delicious, instantly setting my taste buds ablaze. Grey takes my hand as we exit the car and I can't help but relish in the way our hands fit together. His warm fingers lock between my own and a peaceful serenity settles over my body.

We are seated in the front of the restaurant, on full display. Grey pulls my chair out for me and places a sweet kiss on my cheek before taking his own seat. If he was in the closet, he just took a bold step out. He looks radiant. His smile is vivid and his eyes sparkle with pleasure.

He is captivating.

The waiter comes and takes our drink order. Grey orders a bottle of white wine, Montrachet Chardonnay. When the waiter returns, he pours two glasses. I lift the glass to my lips and the aroma is divine. The scent of honey, vanilla, oranges and pears lick my senses. I take the first sip and moan into the flavors that dance across my tongue.

"Enjoying that?" Grey smiles thru his warm brown orbs.

"My new favorite." I nod in delight.

"Noted." Grey winks.

He is a fucking boxer dropper.

"I would like to order my favorites, if you don't mind trying it." Grey requests.

"I love exploring new things." I agree.

Apparently he caught the double meaning.

"As do I." Grey confirms.

He reaches for my hand over the table. I waste no time in allowing him to connect our fingers.

The waiter comes and Grey rattles off a list of foods he would like to order. He never flinches and leaves our hands on vibrant display.

Once the waiter walks off Grey stares into my eyes.

"I hope this is not too uncomfortable." He states while glancing at our hands.

"Grey, I'm proudly gay. Other people's opinions carry no weight." I inform him.

"Same. I see no point in hiding. My life is my own and no one has the power to control my happiness." Grey affirms.

"When did you know?" He asks me.

"I have always known. Just a feeling I guess. I haven't tested it until tonight though. I have always been focused on my education and honestly no one caught my interest." I shrug while exposing myself to this man who sits before me.

"You may find this hard to believe, but I completely understand. My life has revolved around taking my place in my family's company. I've never even sought out another's company, aside from Mark. He has been my friend since birth. Best friend." Grey confides while I wrap my head around the information, trying to process it.

"You must have been intimate before." I blow the words out of my mouth before slapping my forehead with a wince.

"I'm sorry. Don't answer that. That was rude." I correct myself quickly trying not to pry.

"You can ask me what ever you like. I'm not going to get upset. To answer your question, I just had my first kiss." Grey stares at me, almost pleading with me to realize I was the recipient of his first kiss.

"Wow. You're talented." I chuckle.

"I will take that as a compliment." Grey leans over the table and steals a soft kiss from my yearning lips.

"We have a lot of catching up to do." I joke.

"Hmmm, am I to assume no one else has tasted those glorious lips then?" Grey asks with a luminous smile.

"Only you." I confirm.

"Let's keep it that way." Grey urges.

"That depends." I give him a devilish grin.

"On what?" He leans forward and fire sparkles in his milk chocolate eyes.

"If you keep me." I challenge.

"I'm not letting you go, Mak." Grey shakes his head as if the thought is preposterous.

"Then yes. Only you." I squeeze his hand. He yanks me forward, across the table and meets my lips with a dizzying, soft kiss that has my mind sputtering.

When we separate the whole god damn restaurant disappears. My eyes only see one person, the stunning specimen that is gazing at me in what feels like adoration.

The waiter approaches the table and sets a feast before us. My eyes grow wide and my belly grows warm in anticipation.

"This looks amazing." I breathe out.

Once the waiter leaves, Grey reaches out and repositions my chair so we are side by side. The heat, from our rib cages, ricocheting between the minimal empty space. I gasp from the surprise of him pulling me closer.

He picks up chopsticks and starts picking thru the serving dishes expertly. He blows on the concoction before bringing it to my lips, offering it to me. I moan in pleasure as the variety of flavors explodes on my pallet.

"That is sinful." I mewl after I swallow.

Grey stares at me in delight while he eats his own bite.

"You are too fucking adorable." He whispers in my ear.

His breath fans across my ear, my body sends a small tremble that lands right in my lap.

"Mmmm, you don't say." I whimper.

His eyes scan my upper body and he sees the shutter I released. He kisses my neck and proceeds to feed me another mouth watering bite.

The exchange continues throughout the dinner. He feeds me and lays kisses upon my flesh before feeding himself.

It is ridiculously sensual and stupidly erotic.

Once we take our fill of food, Grey pays the bill and escorts me back to the car.

As we approach the passenger side he pushes me against the door and his lips find my neck. He sucks and nibbles, biting down into my neck before swiping his tongue across the bruised flesh. No doubt marking my neck in a splay of hickeys.

There isn't an inch between us as his leg wedges between my own. His thigh presses against my growing erection as he attacks the length of my neck. Low, throaty moans escape me as my body gives into the pleasure.

I unravel our fingers and cup his neck, pushing him deeper upon my flesh. The tingling sensation of him devouring my skin unglues me. My center is aching and my hips buck up to brush his thigh. My mind is reeling. I can feel a thrilling high building.

I pull his face into my lips. He immediately joins our mouths. He roughly nips at my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. I moan loudly and grind my hips into his leg while he gobbles up my voice. The extraordinary assail of his tongue delving into my mouth tears a dirge of ecstasy straight out of my body.

He pulls back and drops his forehead onto my shoulder.

"You're killing me baby." He whines.

"I can't help it." I wheeze.

Grey pecks my lips and opens the car door before helping me into the seat. He closes the door and rounds the hood before getting in the driver's seat.

He rolls down the windows and a gust of cool air swipes across our faces as he speeds down the brightly lit roads of Manhattan.

"I'm afraid I'm never going to get used to that." I admit.

"What's that?" Grey feigns dumb.

"The taste and feel of you." I confess.

"I'm yours for the taking." Grey promises.

"I will hold you to that." I laugh.

"I look forward to it." Grey brushes his fingertips along my jaw before settling his large, warm hand on my leg, right beside my twitching cock.

I turn on the radio and adjust the volume while settling into a comfortable air of low humming to the songs playing into the car.

We get out in front of the bar we are to meet Mark at Stout. Grey helps me from the car and wraps his arm around my waist, his hand sinks into my hip. I lean into his chest and we enter the spacious pub. Grey spots Mark and we walk towards him. Mark grins and pats the open seats beside him. We slide into the seats with me in the middle. Grey props his arm over the back of my bar stool.

"What's this?" Mark gestures between me and Grey while lifting his brow.

"The gig is up." I laugh shaking my head with an eye roll.

"And what would that be?" Mark chuckles before taking a sip of his liquor.

"You didn't have an emergency. You were giving us time to ship." I call Mark on his bullshit.

"Guilty as charged." He grins deviously and Grey laughs.

"So, answer my question." Mark urges.

Grey leans into my shoulder and whispers in my ear "You can answer that."

"Grey is my boyfriend." I proudly announce.

Grey throws his head back in a loud peel of laughter before crushing his lips onto mine with a loud smack.

Mark calls the bartender and orders us an "about time" round of shots.

As the bartender slides our tequila shots to us, Mark lifts the glass up motioning for us to follow.

"To my best friends. May your ship sail into holy matrimony." Mark bellows out earning a roar of approval from the patrons at the bar.

We sling back the tequila and Grey orders us a beer.

"I'm the luckiest fucker in the world." Grey states proudly to Mark.

My chest fills with warmth as I stare at Grey. He may feel lucky but, I am astonished I landed him. I'm on cloud nine and floating. I am reeling in the revelation that I get to call Grey mine.

"What are you thinking about?" Grey places a kiss on my temple.

"You." I flutter my eyelashes while I look into his eyes.

"What about me?" Grey squeezes my hip with the hand that is tentatively stroking up and down my side.

"I'm just so astounded that your mine." I whisper in a heated blush.

"You two are fucking precious." Mark's whisper shout comes out as more of a howl.

Grey lifts my chin with two of his fingers and draws my lips to his luscious pout. He presses lightly against my mouth and mumbles the word mine into my mouth.

I close my eyes and whisper a silent prayer to God to never let me forget this moment.

Greyson Parker is mine!