CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Marti had showered, put on her bathrobe, and had been watching news accounts all evening by the time knocks were heard on her hotel room door. She had to suppress the urge to run to the door, fling it open, and fall into Grant’s arms. That was how much she missed him.
But she pulled herself together and took her pretty time going to that door. But when she opened it and saw that it was indeed the chief, and when he walked in and pulled her into his arms even as he was still closing the door, her heart melted. She couldn’t hold back. She began embracing him as vigorously as he was embracing her. And when he began kissing her, and she matched his need, it became a long, hot, passionate kiss. She could feel him getting harder and harder against her thigh.
But she pulled back. He continued to hold her as she looked into his tired eyes. “I saw you on TV at that long-behind press conference.”
“It’s the story of the year around Belgrave,” Grant said as he kept pressing his rock-hard penis against her, and as he continued to keep his arms around her slender, elegant body.
“You looked exhausted,” Marti continued.
“I was exhausted.”
“You look even more so now.” Then she patted his barreled chest as she pulled away from him. “Go take a shower, you’ll feel better. I’ll order room service for us.”
“For us? You haven’t eaten yet?”
“I was waiting on you.”
Grant wasn’t accustomed to anybody considering his needs. “It’s ten at night. Why would you wait so long?”
“I didn’t want you to have to eat alone.”
Grant smiled. That simple gesture warmed his heart. And he pulled her into his arms again and kissed her again.
Then he pulled back, his hands squeezing her butt, as he looked at her. “I used to prefer eating alone.” Then he kissed her nose. “Not anymore,” he said, squeezed her butt even harder, and then released her.
She smiled. “That squeeze hurt,” she said, rubbing her butt.
“Serves you right,” he said with a smile, as he made his way to the bathroom. “Not eating all day to wait on my sorry ass. Serves you right,” he added playfully, as he closed the bathroom door behind him.
Marti smiled and ordered room service. If only Jaleesa was here, she thought. She used to worry about Marti’s poor choice in men all the time. But Marti was certain J would have loved Grant. Just loved him. And Grant, if she was reading him right, would have loved her daughter too. Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.