Chapter Nineteen

It’s been a week since I told Grey and Jack about the random notes I found at my studio and Jack tried insisting either he or Grey stay with me while I’m working. Since most of my clients have been doing boudoir shoots, that didn’t seem like a viable option. These women won’t feel comfortable with a man hanging around. Besides, statistics show that it’s highly unlikely a woman would be behind this.

Grey dropped me off this morning, insisting that he take me to and pick me up from work. I could say I hate it but really, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy that he’s being so protective. It’s different now than it was when I was a kid. Back then, he and Jack would gang up on anyone who showed any interest in me. However, it was always very brotherly between the two of them.

It’s just after ten, and I’m finally finished with the edits from Luna’s shoot. Annoyed with myself that it’s taken longer than usual to get the edits done with everything that’s happened this week, I send off the final edits and wait for a response before I post them.

I scroll through my Instagram account seeing several new comments on old posts.

@IngridsPerfection Love the way you capture your own beauty in every photo.

@IngridsPerfection She’s not as pretty as you.

@IngridsPerfectionYou take my breath away.

Before I can look any further into the posts, the front door to my studio opens, I close the app and put my phone back on the desk. A tiny blonde woman, shorter than Hadley, walks in. A bright smile spreads across her face when she sees me.

“Hi! I’m Mandi!” She beams.

“Hi Mandi, I’m Ryan. It’s so nice to meet you.” I smile back at her. “Are you my ten-thirty?”

I’ve been looking forward to this girls’ night all day. Hadley, Pickle and I are all snuggled up on the couch together rewatching The Office, and we’re currently on the episode where Jim and Pam kiss for the first time. Hadley and I cheer when Jim walks back into the reception area of the Dunder Mifflin office and pulls her into a kiss without saying another word, both of us acting like we’ve never seen it before.

“Pickle,” I poke Kat’s shoulder. “You ok? You’ve been oddly quiet tonight. You love this episode.”

“I’m just tired. I’ve been getting pretty intense workouts lately.” A wicked smile crosses her face.

“Oh, you are so getting nailed!” I shriek and stop the next episode from starting.

“It’s not like we hadn’t been having sex before, it’s just different now. It’s more intense,” She admits. “ My vagina has never been so happy to have a night off,” she giggles.

“Just how much sex are you having?” Hadley chimes in from the other side of me.

“Uhm, well. A few times a day,” she admits.

“Do I need to step up my game?” Grey suddenly appears in the hallway to my bedroom, his muscular, ink covered chest on full display. The three of us scream, Hadley throws one of the pillows from the couch in his direction which hits him square in the face. She and Pickle cheer at the connection.

“Fuck. Me,” I pant. “You scared the shit out of me.” I stand up, walk over to him, and tangle my hands in his hair. I raise on my tip toes and press my lips against his for a quick kiss. “I’m quite satisfied, thank you.” I smile up at him. He grips my ass lifting me into his arms, my legs latching around his waist as I squeal in surprise. He raises a hand to my face, caressing my cheek with his fingers before taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling my face back to his, kissing me like no one is around. I melt into him, quietly moaning into his mouth.

After maybe a minute I hear a throat clear behind me and pull away, my face red. It’s usually Hadley that acts like this with Connor. I can’t even remember the last time I forgot my surroundings from a damn kiss. And what a fucking kiss it was. I groan and slide down the length of Grey’s body, feeling his hard bulge as I do.

“We’re gonna go then.” Hadley smirks at Grey and I. She and Pickle are both standing by the couch picking up their bags. Hadley reaches me first, snaking her arms around my waist for a hug. “I’m so fucking happy for you,” she whispers into my ear.

“Yea, as much as my vagina needs a break, that was hot and I could really go again so I’m going to make a call.” Pickle giggles as she pulls me in for a hug before smacking my ass and walking to the door.

I turn back to Grey, a wicked grin spread across my face.

“What are you thinking, Kitten?” He raises a brow at me.

I don’t bother responding to him with words, instead dropping to my knees. I glance up at him through my lashes as I tug down his dark sweatpants, pleasantly surprised to find he’s not wearing anything underneath. Freeing his thick, rock hard cock, I let out a moan in anticipation. My tongue juts over my dry lips, my mouth curling at the corners in a slight smirk before I lean forward, wrapping my hands around his thick thighs. Slowly dropping my mouth to the tip of his cock, I swipe my tongue against the bead of arousal waiting for me, his salty flavor exploding on my tongue.

His groans fill the room as I tease him, moving my hands from his thighs to grip the base of his cock, squeezing firmly with one as the other cups his balls, tugging gently. He takes a sharp breath as soon as he feels my lips wrap around his crown. I suck gently, pulling it into my mouth, still staring up at him.

“Fuck, Ry.” He pants, his hands in fists at his sides. “Stop fucking teasing me, I need you to move. Fuck me with your hot little mouth.”

I moan around him as I take him in deeper. His hands move to my head, fisting my hair, his fingers threading through my blond locks. I smile around his thick shaft as I pull back and sink him further into my throat. I slide my hand into my yoga pants, dipping my fingers between my slit, finding my own arousal dripping between my legs.

“Ry, are you touching yourself?” His voice is a deep growl with the question.

“Mmm” is all I’m able to articulate as my thumb grazes my clit. My own pleasure echoes around his cock. His resolve falters as soon as he hears my confirmation. His fists take stronger hold of my head as he thrusts into my throat.

“Fuck yourself while I fuck your mouth, babygirl.” He groans.

I continue teasing my clit with my thumb, plunging my fingers inside my tight hole. I moan around him again as his thrusts become more erratic, my own release building in tandem with his. Tears fall down my face as he continues taking his own pleasure by fucking my face. I glide my thumb over the swollen bundle of nerves once more before I shatter around my own fingers.

“Yes, baby girl. Come with me.” Before my brain can process the words, I taste his release as hot streams of come coat my tongue and throat. He stills as he fills my mouth, slowly pulling back and I flick my tongue against the sensitive tip as he removes himself from me. “Fucking hell, Ry. You’re the most perfect woman alive.” He moans as he pulls me onto my feet and frees the hand I used to make myself come from my pants. Bringing it up to his lips, he sucks my fingers into his mouth, licking clean the evidence of my orgasm.

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