Chapter 36
Something about the way Miller was frantically searching for Gabby and then took off when Beth said she was taking a sick day has been on repeat in my mind since this morning.
Last night when I texted her, Gabby was very short with her responses.
I didn’t want to pry because it always backfires, so I figured she was just trying to get her thoughts together before Chase got home.
At first, I assumed Gabby did what I did and wanted to spend the day lost in Chase after they made up, but Miller seemed more anxious than I’d ever seen him. When I don’t hear from him or Gabby by the afternoon, I send Miller a text to make sure everything really is okay.
ME
Did you find Gabby?
MILLER
She’s at home. Wasn’t feeling good.
ME
Should I come over? Does she need anything?
MILLER
I’ve got her.
ME
You’re a good friend, Mills
MILLER
I’m framing that.
ME
If Miller is acting like his goofy self, then things can’t be too bad, but I still send Gabby a text too.
ME
Sorry you’re not feeling well. If you need anything, please let me know. I’ll be there in a flash.
GABBY
I will. Love you, Tay.
ME
Love you more.
Gabby shows up at the games over the weekend and acts like everything is fine, but it’s all a front.
When I try to get her alone to talk about it, she makes excuses.
At least it seems like her and Chase have resolved things.
They haven’t made any public declarations yet, but the way they watch each other, and she disappears as soon as the games end to go home to be with him, gives me some comfort that she’s not dealing with whatever it is alone.
Between games, Grant and I stay locked in our bubble. It’s like a switch was flipped and neither of us can get enough. We wake up holding each other, have amazing sex, drink coffee, cook and hang out together, and go to sleep the same way.
I’m officially obsessed with my husband, and I can’t wait to tell everyone about it.
But first, we need to make sure Chase met all the conditions for his plea arrangement so he can play in the postseason, because the Troubadours are still hot and there’s no way they don’t make it to October.
Stepping out of the shower, I towel off and when the scent of bacon hits my nose, my stomach growls.
I haven’t moved my clothes over from the guest room completely, so I hung up my outfit for the day and laid out my bra and panty set on the vanity before taking a shower.
Picking up the lace panties, I notice they aren’t my panties.
These are lacy cheeky panties with a bullet vibrator tucked inside.
Grant must have swapped them when I was in the shower and my skin prickles with the thrill of wearing this to a meeting, of him potentially using the remote control and driving me crazy when anyone could figure out what we’re doing.
Yes, please.
I dress quickly then put the finishing touches on my makeup and hair before walking out to find him in the kitchen, already dressed for the day.
The suit pants hug his ass perfectly and the white fabric of his button down stretches across the broad expanse of his back.
A back I marked with my nails an hour ago when he woke me up with an orgasm.
His sleeves are rolled up, showing his forearms and a gold watch on his wrist that shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
“Feeling frisky this morning?” I ask, coming up behind him, unable to resist touching him when he’s looking like that and cooking me breakfast.
He winks at me over his shoulder, plating the bacon and eggs. “Thought I might give it a try.”
“Sneaky, Mr. Davenport.” I turn to make us both a cup of coffee, but he snags my wrist and pulls me back to him, sealing his mouth over mine in an all-consuming kiss.
“You know what it does to me when you say that, Mrs. Davenport.”
My entire face twists in disgust. “Ew, don’t call me that.” He laughs as I push him off me. I will never be Mrs. Davenport, not when I’d share that moniker with Constance.
“Are you ready for today’s meeting?” he asks, settling beside me at the counter to eat our breakfast.
“Yep, it should be pretty easy. It feels more like a formality than anything, but we still have to double check all the things.”
“I’m going to miss having you in the office.”
I’ve been so focused on making sure everything was in order that I hadn’t thought about how this was technically the end of my consulting engagement with the team.
“I can still consult from time to time.” Leaning over in my chair, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his stubbled jaw. “Plus, just because we won’t be working together doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere. We just have to figure out our new normal.”
“I like the way that sounds.” He gives me a quick kiss and I release him so we can finish breakfast and head to the office.
“Speaking of new normal,” Grant starts, holding the door open for me as we leave the penthouse. “When does this normal involve telling your friends about us?”
“I was thinking about that. I’d like to tell the girls first, and I want to do it soon. We’ve been hiding long enough.”
He backs me up against the elevator wall. “So I’m not your dirty little secret.”
“I’m currently wearing vibrating underwear, so you’re definitely dirty, and this is a secret.” I wink at him and exit the elevator. My steps falter in the lobby when one long pulse of the vibrator hits my clit.
“Just had to make sure it’s working,” Grant whispers in my ear as he walks by and nods to the valet to pull the car around.
Heaven help me, this man may kill me today.
The drive to the stadium is quick, and before I know it, Grant’s releasing my hand and putting the car in park before leaning across the console and palming my cheek for a kiss.
“Do we need a safe word?” he asks, searching my eyes for any kind of uncertainty.
“For what?”
His smirk is sinful when he says, “The toy in your panties.”
“Bring it on,” I challenge with my own smirk. One of the things I love about Grant is how filthy and commanding he can be in the bedroom. We used to play like this a lot, and I love that he brought it back today. I can’t wait to see how he uses it and how hard I come when he finally lets me.
“You’re wet already, aren’t you?”
“Why don’t you check?” I widen my legs for him.
He drags my dress up my legs just below the apex of my thighs and hooks a finger into the side of the lace. “Show me.”
Wishing it were his fingers instead, I touch myself and gather the evidence of what he does to me. He lifts my fingers to his mouth and licks them clean all while my clit throbs and begs for more.
“Now I’ll taste you during the meeting, and it will be as much of a tease for me wishing it was my mouth on your pussy, as it is for you squirming in your chair wearing a vibrator.”
“Holy hell,” I mutter, watching him stand from the car, reaching into his pants to adjust his hard-on, and walking around to open the door for me.
Back to pretending we aren’t together for the sake of everyone else around me.
We walk into the office side by side and part ways at the elevator, him taking it to his office and me heading down the hall to meet Mary in the marketing offices.
An hour later, Chase walks into the marketing meeting room where we discussed Bark in the Park.
Toddler Tom and his attorney, George, join him.
It’s the first time George has been back since the first meeting when Gabby proposed the plea agreement.
Mary is to my left, with Chase and his team sitting on the opposite side of the round table.
Ben, Mike, and Grant walk in together next and scatter around the table.
I thought Grant would sit on my other side, but Ben drops into that seat instead, and Grant sits directly in my line of sight.
The smirk on his face tells me he did that purposely to watch me when he turns on the vibrator.
“Where’s Gabby?” Chase asks when it appears everyone but her has arrived.
“She’s handling another matter. Beth is sitting in to make sure we’re covered from the legal side,” Grant informs us as Beth walks in and takes the last vacant chair.
“Let’s get started then.” I nod to Grant.
“Right. Well, I think I speak for everyone in this room and the entire organization when I say we’re extremely happy and pleased with how you’ve handled this entire incident, Chase.
You’ve truly stepped up to the plate, not only with the community service you’ve been doing but also with the way you have become a vital member of the team.
The Troubadours are better with you here, and despite how it started, I’m confident we’ve turned things around. Everyone is a Chase Bennett fan.”
“And Bark in the Park was a huge success,” I jump in when Grant pauses. “The event raised half a million dollars, so I hope you’re ready to deliver on your promise of helping the local rescues. It was also the largest adoption rate so far for all of the shelters in attendance.”
Mike speaks next, but I don’t hear him because Grant fiddles with his phone and a slow vibration starts between my legs. It takes every ounce of will power to keep my face neutral and not moan at how good it feels.
“Taylor?” Mary nudges me and I look her way to find her eyes darting to the list in front of me.
Shit.
The smug grin on my husband’s face across the table has me flushing as the tempo of the vibrator changes to a staccato pulse.
“As for the terms of your . . . your, um, plea agreement, and the commitments made to . . . the . . . public during the initial press conference . . .” I pause, close my eyes, and draw in a deep breath to power through the rest of my speech without moaning at the sensation between my legs.
“We wanted to walk through them all to make sure all conditions were . . .” I pin a look directly on Grant, “satisfied before leaving here today so you can go into the post season without distractions.”
Chase knocks on the table and starts talking, but I tune him out, instead trying to keep my hand steady as I reach for my water bottle on the table in front of me. Taking a sip of water, I contemplate pouring it over my head to cool off as Grant sears me with a fiery stare.
Mary or Beth take over the meeting from there, but my sole focus is on the pulses against my clit, crossing my legs when Grant changes the speed of the vibrations to long drawn out rhythms, edging me in the best way.
My hands grip the bottle, fingertips turning white as they dig into the stainless steel exterior and I thank my lucky stars it’s not plastic so the crinkling of the bottle doesn’t alert everyone to my impending orgasm.
I lock eyes with Grant across the table as the voices drone on around us.
His pupils are blown wide and I feel the heat in his eyes on every inch of my body.
From the way he clenches his jaw and subtly shifts in the chair, I know he’s hard in his trousers and that visual gives me a sick thrill as the meeting starts wrapping up.
“Great,” I say, my voice too high as Grant presses another button on his phone that has me shooting to my feet and bracing on the table.
“Then I think that is everything. You are officially compliant with the terms of your agreement, Chase.” The words come out much too fast, but I need this meeting to wrap up so I don't have to orgasm with them all around.
I don't think it'll be a quiet one. I stand clutching the edge of the table.
Everyone blessedly starts leaving the room.
I skirt toward the door on wobbly legs, the vibration kicking up a notch.
“Taylor,” Grant calls after me. “Should we go over the statement for the team?” I turn to look at him as he walks lazily towards me, the gold specks in his eyes look like embers with how he’s devouring me right now.
“Sure,” I croak out on a broken moan. Every step takes me higher and higher. “Turn it off,” I hiss at him as I pass by him on the way out the door.
“Why would I do that?” He follows me into the hall.
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to come.”
He presses the button for the elevator and holds the door open for me to enter.
“That’s the point.” Backing me to the wall when the doors close, he plunders his tongue into my mouth and that’s all it takes, my entire body convulses, wave after wave after wave of pleasure taking me under while Grant fucks my mouth with his tongue and holds me up.