18. Graham #2
“I’m counting on it,” she says, walking away with a sway to her hips. Like a puppy being left by its owner, my gaze follows her as she heads inside with her sister to get dressed.
Pathetic.
“Winnie’s really happy Rosay found a good man to settle down with,” Jordan says, pulling my attention back to him. “She’s had it rough in the fiancé department.”
As much as I’m insanely curious about this previous fiancé, the real one, I don’t want to know anything about Rosay that she isn’t willing to tell me herself, so I simply say, “I’m glad to have found her too.”
And I am. I’m slowly starting to realize my feelings have grown into something more than just attraction, but it doesn’t matter. After this weekend, as much as it pains me to say, we’ll go back to being coworkers.
We chat for a while about an upcoming surgery he’s leading and how things are going with Thompson, and it’s nice to have someone with no vested interest in the company to vent with about the frustrations. Kieran pulls up with Waverly in the passenger seat, both clad in black attire.
“Y’all ready to get your asses handed to you?” Kieran says out the window.
Jordan sc offs. “Like you handed our asses to us last night in golf?”
I barely restrain my smile. “I’ll be up shortly.”
Jordan heads up to the house while I go inside to get ready for breakfast and paintball.
I tell myself the extra time I take in the shower is simply to get as clean as possible before going to get dirty, but the reality is that I’m still amped up from my encounter with Rosay.
If I don’t take care of it now, I’m liable to make a fool of myself again the next time she touches me.
Once I’m dressed, I quickly answer a few emails then read through the portfolios Avery sent over this morning.
There are two livestock and one dairy farm that are prime opportunities for commodities and for a partnership with one of our technology investors, predominantly, Johnson Technology based in Massachusetts.
Evaluating the geographical and climate conditions is imperative to deciding whether to take the risk, but I feel comfortable with the options in front of me to approach any one of the owners, should they show up at the wedding.
Finished with work, I grab my wallet and one item I plan to use later and go outside.
The property is charming, boasting lush vineyards in the distance, and with the addition of the weekend rentals, it’s an idyllic spot for a romantic weekend.
I’m taking in the beautiful asters planted along the sidewalk when a familiar laugh in the distance steals my attention.
My feet turn without thought, headed toward where my heart directs.
I should probably be up with Jordan and Kieran, getting chummy with my fake, soon-to-be brothers-in-law, but I’d rather not spend my time lying to them.
“Knew you couldn’t stay away for too long,” Winnie says the minute I walk inside the reception area. Off in the corner, Jordan stands on a ladder hanging a banner that says, ‘Just Married.’ We share a look that tells us we’re both whipped and not afraid to admit it .
A timeless palette of red and green fills the room.
A seven-foot tree decorated with white lights and red, green, and silver baubles stands at the bottom of a wrought iron staircase and blossoming white poinsettias and rich red roses wrap around a garland attached to the mantle on the roaring fireplace.
Along what I assume will be the aisle are rustic wine barrels, polished and ready for some kind of floral arrangement.
I’m unsurprised at how beautiful the place already looks.
I search for Rosay to tell her and find her humming a song in the back closet, grabbing linens for the tables.
She’s up on her tiptoes, reaching for something on the top shelf, and doesn’t hear me approach.
I slide my hand around her waist, pulling her into me.
“It looks beautiful out there,” I say into the shell of her ear.
Her head falls against my shoulder, baring her neck to me. I trail a line of kisses down to her collarbone, groaning at the tropical scent I’m sure is part of her DNA.
“Winnie is a master when it comes to wedding decorations,” she says, facing me. “She already has ours basically planned out in her head.”
The thrill that shoots through me is undeniable. In another world, another time, there’s nothing I would want more than to call her mine. But we only have this weekend, this moment to embrace each other before we have to get back to the real world where I’m strictly her boss.
In place of words I don’t have, I brush my lips across hers.
She wraps her arms around my neck, stroking her tongue along the seam of my lips, demanding access.
Any inhibitions I previously had about crossing the line with Rosay flew out the window this morning when we made our deal.
It’s freeing, finally being able to give myself the one thing I want—the thing I’ve craved since I started working for Thompson.
“Mine,” I growl, detaching our mouths and spinning her around. I lift her leg onto a shelf and place her hands above her. “Don’t move.”
“Or wha t?” she asks, tempting me by pushing her ass back into my crotch.
I slide my hand beneath her shirt, delighting in the slight hitch to her breath as I coast along her waistband. “Are you wet for me, babygirl?”
She groans and throws her head back. “Stop calling me that. And find out for yourself.”
A nip at her earlobe has her mewling, and she shivers as I dive into her pants and find her drenched for me.
“Naughty girl,” I say, dipping my finger lower to gather her arousal and swirling it around her clit.
“This is what you want? Me finger fucking you in the back closet at your parents’ winery? ”
“Yes,” she moans, rocking her hips into my hand as I tease her, entering her just enough to have her chasing my hand. “Graham,” she chastises.
“I found something in the luggage,” I say, nipping at her ear. “Want to guess what it is?”
“Your personality?” she jokes then hisses when I pinch her clit.
I pull the miniature toy from my pocket and flip the switch, letting the vibration coast along her exposed neck.
“Were you hoping I’d use this on you?” I ask, circling it around where her nipples are hard beneath her shirt and bra.
“Or were you going to sneak into the bathroom to use it while I sat in bed hard as a rock, imagining your taste on my lips?”
She bucks against me the moment I slip it into her pants and hold it against her clit.
“Were you going to put this into your pussy and wish it was my cock thrusting inside you?”
She shudders out one word. “Yes.”
I grab her neck and lightly squeeze, testing the waters of what she might like. When she doesn’t pull away but pushes forward for more pressure, I snap.
I've imag ined this exact moment, when I could caress and touch every part of Rosay, from the slender neck I've always wanted to kiss to her ample ass that belongs in my hands, not giving a care to the worries about what comes next.
The head of the toy disappears into her heat, and I angle the vibration toward her G-spot while my thumb works her clit in rapid strokes and circles.
The tendons in my hand ache but seeing and hearing her pleasure as I work her, is worth carpal tunnel.
Her legs shake, and I apply more pressure to her neck, slowly cutting off her air supply as her muscles tense and she unravels beneath me.
I take out the toy and press my fingers into her, groaning as she squeezes and drenches my hand in her orgasm.
“Are you okay?” I release her neck as she comes down, pussy still fluttering around my fingers. I stroke her back, planting kisses along her collarbone and neck.
“That was intense.” Her head lulls onto my shoulder, and I slip my fingers out of her and lick them clean with a smirk as she watches. “And that should not be as hot as it is.”
I take a moment to fix her pants and shirt back into place, then run my hand over her stray curls, smoothing and tucking them behind her ears.
Her face is flushed pink—my new favorite color—as we grab the linens and head back to the main area where the wedding will be held.
Winnie and Jordan are nowhere in sight, so I help Rosay cover the tables.
We walk hand in hand up to the house where we find the couple snuggled up on the couch.
“Figured we’d give you two a little alone time,” Winnie says, barely holding in her laughter.