**Quinn's POV**

I can't resist Grayson anymore. I was now bound to him in a contractual agreement. And since he gives me the money I ask for, then I must also give him the satisfaction he demands.

So I finally moved my hands to take off this wet jacket. Then after placing it on the floor, I began to unbutton my shirt, one by one.

But before they were all undone, Grayson grabbed my wrist, grasping it with his bigger, muscular hands.

"Kneel," he said in a deep voice.

I quickly bent my knees ...