Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Now I longed for it to be gone and was gifted that with his next word, “Sorry,” before the sound of tearing lace filled the room.
I would mourn the loss of the expensive garment another day. One when I could think beyond the word yes I kept repeating over and over again. I could have sworn I’d torn through the sheets fisted in my hands as I came down from orgasm number one.
When Grant crawled back up my body and captured my mouth in a searing kiss, I wasn’t bothered by tasting myself on his tongue. I just wanted more, more than I’d ever had before.
I was eager and tore at his belt. In the end, he stopped me and removed the cursed pants all in one smooth and seamless motion.
We were both a little reckless with our desire at a fever pitch. He teased me with the head of his cock, sliding it through my wetness down to my opening and back again. My need was far too great, and the next time his cock positioned just right, I grabbed his ass and drove him forward.
We both groaned at the contact. Me from the sudden fullness, and him from just holding there as if he was catching his breath. I wrapped my legs around him and bucked underneath him, urging him on.
Though his cock stretched me almost to the point of pain, the friction from his thrust erased anything but pleasure from my mind.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded in a ragged whisper.
I thought I was doing that, but I unlocked my legs and did what he asked. Damn, if the moment I was spread eagle, he didn’t slide deeper.
My moans could have surely woken up the dead. I’d never been that vocal during sex. Even with Cal, whom I might have called out but I’d bitten my lips and kept all feelings inside. I’d been afraid to displease him in anyway so he wouldn’t have a reason to dump me. In the end, he had anyway.
With Grant, it was different. I couldn’t keep what I felt bottled up. I cried out as I came. Before I could go limp, he flipped me over, lifted my hips, and plunged back in.
He bent down to whisper in my ear. “Don’t get tired on me. I’m not done with you yet.”
He was true to his word and had the claw marks on his back to prove it. The man was insatiable. I barely slept. At one point, I woke up with him inside me. His hand curled around my front, working my clit as he fucked me from behind.
I couldn’t count the number of times I’d orgasmed. What I did know was I had a bit of a limp by the next day.
We ordered room service, ate, screwed, and then repeated.
It wasn’t until my father called early the next morning did my bubble pop.
“Jo, you need to get home now.”
“Why? Is something wrong with Gran?”
“No, just get on the next flight.”
Confused, not just for his sudden concern but the fear in his voice, I checked the time and said, “My flight leaves in a few hours.”
“Good, you need to get back to New York.”
“I will.”
Then he was off the phone, and without explaining more. When I hung up, I answered Grant’s questioning gaze.
“I don’t know. Dad said I need to get back.” Then it hit me. “Gran,” I whispered. Had he been lying to me so I wouldn’t worry on the long flight home?
When I looked back at him, I realized something else.
“This was a mistake,” I said without thinking.
His mouth opened, but then closed. “So that’s that?”
I nodded. “It’s not like it could work. You live in Maryland and I live in Florida.”
His response was to get up. He went into the bathroom as I covered my face. I wasn’t sure who I was crying for, Gran or Grant.
We didn’t speak when he came out. I went in and cleaned up. I was back in my uniform when I got out.
“Shit,” I said when I looked at the clock. “We’re going to be late.”
It wasn’t until I was in the van that I felt the rings back around my neck. He’d left his on the desk near my purse and I’d made no comment as I felt a fist-sized pain in my chest.
I couldn’t deny the unbelievable time we had together. But I’d felt the stir of something more. I couldn’t break again. I feared this time I wouldn’t be able to put myself back together. Better to run before he could tear my heart into pieces.
22
Grant
Fuming as I was, I said nothing. I didn’t think she was the type of woman to play games. Yet, here we were. One minute, she couldn’t get enough of me, the next she told me it was all a mistake.