From Boss to Boo

8. Amara

8

My nerves are raw. Grayson looks incredible in his suit as he holds open the door for me. Dinner might be over, but the night isn’t. Mixing business with pleasure was never something I intended to do, but I’m not sure I can help myself.

There’s something about Grayson that draws me in. I want to touch him. I want to run my hands up and down his chest. I want to comb my hands through his perfect hair. And hearing him confess that he has feelings for me is just the icing on the cake.

He turns to me and takes my face in his hands, his eyes burning into mine.

“Amara,” he says my name in a hot whisper, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, alright?”

I nod, looking down at my feet. “Alright.”

Grayson tilts my chin up and our lips meet in a searing kiss that makes my bones melt. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I moan into him, all thoughts of work and the possible repercussions of this vanishing from my mind.

His mouth is hungry and demanding, his hands moving up and down my backside, pulling me closer to him. I ache for him, I want to feel all of him against me. I break the kiss and look into his eyes.

“I want this,” I say, leaving no room for doubt.

Grayson growls and in one swift motion, he has me pressed against the wall, his hips grinding against mine. Heat pools between my thighs and I realize just how much I’ve wanted this.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Amara,” he says against my lips before he’s kissing me again, his tongue dancing with mine.

His hands roam my body, seeking out every inch of me as he undresses me. He feverishly races the ruby dress off of my body, throwing it to the floor. He stops at my lace panties, his amber eyes locking with mine. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice a husky rasp.

“Grayson,” I moan, arching my hips towards him.

He smirks and hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, pulling them down with a growl before discarding them on the floor. “I’ve dreamt about this,” he says, grazing his lips along my jawline before nipping at my earlobe.

I whimper as he moves lower, kissing a trail of fire down my neck and across my collarbone. My breath hitches as he cups my breasts through my slip, teasing me through the fabric as I arch into his touch.

“Grayson,” I whimper.

“Shh,” he soothes, slipping it off of my shoulders to reveal my lace bra to him. He groans and pulls back for a second. “You’re driving me insane.”

I smile and reach for his belt, undoing it and his pants fall to the floor. His erection strains against his boxer briefs, thick and long. My mouth goes dry. I can’t believe this is really happening.

Grayson steps closer, his erection pressing against my center and I whimper. “Bedroom,” I croak out, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He sweeps me up in his arms, carrying me upstairs to his master bedroom without breaking our connection. He lays me down on the bed and joins me, his weight pinning me down as he runs his hands up and down my sides. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says again.

“Me too,” I admit, running my hands up and down his chiseled chest.

He sucks a nipple into his mouth.

“Grayson!” I moan, my back arching off the bed.

“Shh, baby girl, I got you,” he soothes, his hand on my stomach, inching its way up my sides, over the curve of my hip and into my panties.

I moan as he finds my core, rubbing against his palm. “Grayson,” I say again, more of a plea this time.

“I know,” he says against my neck as he works his fingers inside me effortlessly. “I’ve got you.”

He kisses a trail down my stomach, teasing me at first, licking and sucking on my flesh before moving lower. My back arches off the bed as he zeroes in on my clit.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Grayson, Grayson!”

He chuckles against my core, sending vibrations shooting through me. “You taste like honeydew and sunshine,” he says before going back to work, flicking his tongue against my clit while he works two fingers inside of me. I moan louder this time, my nails digging into the sheets.

“Oh god,” I whimper as he slides three fingers inside me, curling them in a way that makes my toes curl.

“So tight,” he mumbles against me. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Amara.”

I can only whimper in response as he crooks his fingers, hitting a spot that has me screaming out his name.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he groans, kissing up my stomach to claim my mouth again. Our tongues dance together as our hips rock together in time with his fingers still inside of me. Heat pools between my thighs and I know I’m close. So very close.

“Grayson!-

“I’m going to-,” I moan into his mouth but he only smirks against my lips and picks up the pace.

“Come for me,” he growls, pinching my nipple.

That’s all it takes. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, my nails digging into his back as I come apart in his arms. “Oh, god,” I moan, clenching around him.

I fly apart, my back arching off the bed as my orgasm washes over me in waves. Grayson doesn’t stop there though, he keeps going, sending me over the edge again before removing his fingers and positioning himself at my entrance.

“Grayson,” I whimper, still reeling from my orgasm.

“I’m here,” he says hoarsely, licking a trail down my neck. “I’ve got you.”

Grayson moans, trailing kisses up my chin before he captures my lips in another mind-blowing kiss. “You’re so wet.”

His words make my neck heat, and I can feel myself getting wetter in anticipation. “Grayson,” I whimper, feeling him nudging against my entrance.

“Shh, I got you,” he soothes, slowly entering me.

I moan as he fills me up, his manhood hard and demanding inside of me. “Grayson!”

“That’s it ,” he groans, thrusting in and out of me. Heat pools between my thighs again as he hits a spot inside of me that makes me pant. “God, Amara.”

He kisses a trail down my jawline before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His hips grind against mine in a primal rhythm that has me whimpering into his mouth. I moan again, my nails digging into his back as he hits that spot again.

“Oh god,” I moan louder this time. He pistons into me and I arch my back trying to get even closer to him.

“Don’t come yet, Amara. Wait for me.”

His order sends a frisson of pleasure through me, a delicious torment that only heightens my need for release. "Please," I plead, my voice choked with the intensity of my desire.

He eases back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine. "I said wait," he commands, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he continues his slow, torturous pace.

My body writhes beneath him, caught between agony and ecstasy. I whimper in protest but it only seems to fuel him further. He thrusts into me, harder this time, eliciting a sharp gasp from my lips.

It sends chills down my spine, making me whimper in response. “Grayson, I can’t...”

“You can,” he insists, driving into me harder. “We’re going to come together.”

His certainty is infectious and I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper inside me. Grayson pumps into me with a newfound urgency, his kisses growing more passionate and ferocious. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing in slow circles that has my vision blurring.

“Oh god, Grayson,” I gasp, feeling that familiar coil tightening in my stomach.

“Not yet,” he growls against my neck.

He drives into me even harder, his balls slapping against me as he pounds into my core. He pulls out almost completely before slamming back into me and I scream out his name.

“Grayson!”

I feel him twitch inside of me and then he’s groaning into my ear. “Now, Amara. Now.”

And just like that, the coil snaps. My orgasm crashes over me in sheeting waves of pleasure and I scream out Grayson’s name again and again as I come around him.

“Amara!” He shouts as he plows into me one last time before I feel him pulling out and releasing over my belly.

Panting hard, we lay still for a moment before he rolls off of me to lay on his side, pulling me close against him. We're both drenched in sweat but neither of us cares as we lay there in the aftermath of our climax.

“That was...amazing,” he murmurs against my skin as he plays with strands of my hair.

I laugh softly, too spent to do anything else but nod in agreement. “Yeah...it was.”

“And we've only just begun," Grayson whispers into the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine once again. His words promise more nights like this, more shared intimacy, more of him, and I find that I can't wait.