Chapter Twenty-Four Grant
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Grant
“I… I CAN’T. I don’t do that.”
I laugh again. Poor Sunny’s got no clue how hard I’m willing to work for it. Doesn’t she see? “It’s not yours anymore, sweetheart. The orgasm’s already mine.”
“What?”
I breathe her in, stroking my nose along her hairline. She smells good. Like the most dangerous of consequences. Can’t stop myself from licking her shoulder for another taste of that heady salt/sugar/sex combination.
No flower and citrus perfume here. Just her. That’s the scent I want.
“I don’t… understand.”
My heart’s thrashing in my chest, the same beat pulsing hard in my cock. “You owe me,” I say, giving more pressure, more speed, and drawing a gasp from her open mouth. The ache that fills my chest as I work her body and stare at that profile is utterly baffling.
“You ignored the rule, Sunny,” I explain. “You crossed it out. I can’t let that slide. You know I can’t.” And then, “You wouldn’t want me to, would you?”
Her little headshake isn’t enough.
“Say it. Tell me I’m right.”
“No. No, you really shouldn’t. Let it slide, I mean. You can’t ignore that.”
Her words make my cock impossibly harder. The way I want this woman…
I suck in a deep breath and shut my eyes. Concentrate on how hot and soft she is. How bad she’s been. How right it’ll feel when I drag all that pleasure right out of her. “Good. We’re on… the same page, then.” My breath’s coming out in ragged grunts. “This… is the consequence.”
“Oh god,” she gasps. Her eyes roll back. “But there are people around. They could come in and see us…”
“You’ll have to be quick, then, won’t you?”
“I… I don’t know how.”
Everything stills. My pulse, my breathing, even the air around us. And then swerves, like the earth’s just moved.
“Explain,” I order, letting one hip go to nudge her face my way.
“I-I’ve never come without my hand.” The last two words are quiet, her voice dropping into a whisper when she adds, “Or a toy.”
Hell yes.
Slow, controlled, I watch my knuckles brush her cheek and then swipe across her damp mouth.
Stare at my thumb as it skims her plump bottom lip, and finally, with excruciating care, presses inside.
“I’m your toy. Got it? Use me.” Her pupils blow wide.
“You’re going to come, Sunny,” I tell her, my voice low and sure.
“Because you have to. It’s pure mechanics. ”
I press my thumb deeper into her mouth and heft her body between mine and the sink, letting gravity and our combined muscles ratchet her higher, and higher, until all that pressure’s got nowhere left to go but out.
“You’re so good,” I tell her, gruff and low. “Look at you fucking my thigh.”
With a whimper, she suckles my thumb, her soft, slick tongue sending liquid pulses to my cock.
“Suck harder,” I order, knowing full well that someone could walk in here any second. I throw a quick glance at the door.
She obeys, her body losing its rhythm as she focuses on my thumb instead of her goal.
This is what I love. Learning a woman, playing her like an instrument.
“Do it,” I urge, my words a dirty counterpoint to her accelerating exhalations. “Come hard for me, sweet girl.”
There is nothing better than this—her entire frame seizing, her insides clenching up, and her teeth sinking into my thumb.
Rae is so gorgeous in these few seconds that she looks suspended out of place and time, caught inside something that is as much like pain as pleasure.
It’s magnetic the way she’s lost, and there’s nothing left in her warm, soft frame but bliss.
I could watch her for hours. Her utterly unselfconscious grimace, slowly ebbing until there’s nothing but peace on her face.
“Good,” I grunt, my voice in tatters. “That’s it. There you go.” I hug her through her entire climax, soaking it up, feeling it vibrate through me, my dick aching with a need that I could ignore for hours if this is what I get in return. All this syrupy pleasure. Epic and raw and mine. Mine.
I’m about to remind her to thank me when, behind me, the doorknob turns.
Before it starts to swing open, I’ve got the water running and a towel shoved into Rae’s trembling hands.
As if the new arrival’s popped our bubble, I’m suddenly assailed by the smell of dish soap and the sound of laughter coming from the lobby.
I pick up a sponge and scrub the first thing I find, a mug with the words Developers’ tears printed on the side. Finally, I glance over my shoulder to see a woman whose name I can’t remember. Taylor? Drew?
“Oh, there you are.” The woman’s voice is loud after our hushed restraint. “We’re all playing spin the bottle, so I need a—”
“Spin the bottle?” Rae throws me a frantic look. “That’s a bad idea,” she says.
“Pfft. It’s fine!” The woman’s opening cupboards in search of something. Probably the bottle in question. “We just need—”
“No spin the bottle.” I don’t turn all the way, given the current state of my erection, but my voice carries, low and resonant, like I’m still deep in a scene.
The woman stops in her tracks. “Huh?”
“No spin the bottle,” Rae explains.
“Not now. Not ever,” I add. Oh, the irony. The hypocrisy.
With a disappointed tsk, the woman throws up her hands. “But I love spin the bottle. We always—”
“I’ll bet you also love that you have a job.” I’ve got no problem being a prick when it’s called for.
“Are you serious?” She appeals indignantly to Rae. “He can’t threaten me like that.”
“I…” Rae looks at me for the solid five seconds it takes her to dry her hands on the towel before turning to her colleague.
“Actually, Blake, he sure can.” Her face is a remarkable study in contrasts.
Flushed, but calm. Those cheeks bright red, which could be from the steam rising from the sink.
More likely it’s from the climax I just caused her to have in the workplace.
“No spin the bottle, Blake,” she reiterates.
“It’s company policy.” I shut off the water and accept the towel from my partner in crime.
“Company policy.” The woman’s eyes flick between Rae and me. “Really?”
“Yes, Blake.” Rae nods. “Please tell the others.”
“And if they’re unhappy,” I add, “they are welcome to come see me.”
“Wow. All right, I guess.” Blake gives us one last long stare before leaving in a huff.
Without looking at me, Rae says, “Thank you.”
My eyebrows lift of their own volition. “What exactly are you thanking me for now?”
Her flush darkens. “For standing up to Blake. She can be… pushy.”
Oh, that. “You’re the one who laid down the law.”
She appears to consider. “Well, then, thank you for supporting me. And, you know, being the bad guy.”
“I am the bad guy, Sunny.” We share a long look as I step closer, reach around her, and unclip the shiny metal claw holding up her mass of hair. It tumbles around her shoulders like something liquid and alive. “Now, how about we get back to obeying those rules?”
Her glare is perfection. One more thing to add to the list. “After what just happened? You want to go back to the rules?”
“What just happened proved that we need the rules, wouldn’t you agree?”
She watches me with narrowed eyes, chin jutting at a stubborn angle.
“If you’ve got something to say, Rae, I think now’s the time to say it.”
“Are you telling me that what you… what we just did was all to prove a point?”
“Yes.” I can’t even tell if this is a lie or not, but it’s necessary. “We’ll go back to how things were. We need structure, control, rules, dammit.”
“And what? Sweep this whole escapade under the rug?”
“Exactly. It’s the professional thing to do.”
She huffs out a disbelieving sound and considers me for a few seconds, arms folded over her chest, before finally appearing to come to a decision. I don’t trust her sudden smile. “All right. Back to the rules we go.”
“Good,” I reply.
“Good,” she says before stomping out.