Chapter 30

Crissy

Grant slowly twisted me around and settled my back on the sheets. His lips grazed mine, causing me to dart my tongue out to try to capture him. He smiled at me, his eyes dancing softly between mine before his lips finally descended into my neck. His scruff felt wonderful against my skin, causing my entire body to shiver as his light kisses peppered my neck.

“Oh, Grant,” I moaned.

His body slid down mine, tossing my legs over his shoulders before his tongue devoured my pussy. His tongue dove into my soaking wet depths, lapping thick stripes up my slit before his tongue assaulted my clit. His arms held me in place, pulling me closer to him as my hands flew to his hair. I rolled my hips steadily into his face, grinding down onto him as I reveled in how he made me feel.

The way a real man was supposed to make a woman feel.

Before I knew it, my body was pouring juices onto his face. My legs were shaking, and my abs were contracting with my orgasm, but his tongue simply continued working me between my legs. He flattened out along my clit, tasting every part of my pussy at once as his scruff grazed the insides of my thighs. It was all too much, and soon, I was thrown over the precipice again with Grant’s name falling from my lips.

“Fuck. I’m coming. Yes, Grant. Yes. Just like that.”

He slurped me down as my body trembled on his bed. Then I felt him rear up onto his heels. His eyes raked up and down my body, taking me in before he pulled my hips to his. The head of his cock teased my entrance before he slid in. Then he dropped his hands beside my head and captured my lips in a kiss.

“Take me, Grant,” I whispered.

His hips set an astounding pace. My lips puckered with his assault as his cock filled me to the brim. His hips snapped against mine, and my pussy clamped down onto him. My fingertips flew to his back before they dug into the meat of his muscles. I raised my face to him, pulling his lower lip between my teeth as a growl fell from his lips. But then he reared up, his cock hitting all the right places as he tossed my legs over his shoulders again.

“Come for me, Crissy. Squeeze that cock.”

His words rang heavily in my head as my pussy let go again. My juices dripped down my ass crack, soaking the bed beneath me as stars burst behind my eyes. It was hard to catch my breath, it felt so good. My hands grabbed my tits, massaging them and playing with the barbells before Grant removed them from my body. He pinned my hands above my head, my legs slipping from his shoulders as his dick stayed buried deep within me. I could feel it pulsing against my walls, threatening to spill forth as Grant’s gaze held mine.

“You’re mine. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mr. Jacobs.”

“The lesson you learned last night was that no man could ever treat you with the same respect and dedication I can. Men don’t see you the way I see you. They can’t treat you the way I can. Some men are just trouble, and I’ll do everything I can to protect you from that.”

Every single word ricocheted off the corners of my mind. His eyes held mine as his cock grew thicker and thicker in my pussy, and I felt my heart flutter at his words. A string of phrases flew through my head, each of them appropriate rebuttals for what he’d just told me. But there was one that stuck out from among the rest. One that almost slipped from my lips.

“Grant, I…”

His heated eyes searched mine as I trailed off. I had almost told him I loved him. I was about to tell my boss that I’d fallen in love with him. Holy fuck, what was wrong with me? What was happening right now?

“Finish that statement,” he said.

I swallowed hard before I planted my heels into the mattress. I knew it was true. I knew I’d fallen in love with Grant Jacobs. I also knew it would never work. Not with him being my boss, not with our age difference, and certainly not with him being my father’s best friend. I knew we didn’t expect this to turn into anything, and I didn’t know when it changed for me, but just admitting it to myself meant I could never go back.

I could never come back from loving him, and I could never settle for anything less than him.

“Finish it,” he commanded.

“Grant, I want you to make me come again.”

His gaze faltered. For a split second, something flashed across his eyes. I was too drunk off my orgasms to decipher it, and the moment he pulled his hips back and buried into me, my back arched into him. He felt so good. Electricity was coursing through my veins. His lips dipped down to wrap around my nipples, pulling at the barbells as his cock infiltrated my body. I writhed underneath him as he kept me pinned to the bed, my body fully at his mercy as he slammed deep within my warmth.

I trusted the whole of myself to him, and I allowed myself to be swept away by his powerful current.

He delivered thrust after thrust, his lips moaning around my tits. My legs wrapped around him, and my body shook underneath him, and I felt my orgasm slowly begin to build. He picked up his pace, wanting to milk my body for all it was worth. His cock twitched inside me as his hips stuttered, his body fighting between the demand I’d made and the pleasure it so desperately sought.

“Come with me, Crissy.”

I pushed my head back into the pillow and arched my tits into his face. He buried his face in them, licking and sucking and biting while my pussy held him in its grip. I clamped down onto his body and didn’t let go. My legs drew him closer and closer as my pussy pulled his cock deeper and deeper. I felt him groaning into my skin, his knees raking across the sheets in a desperate attempt to gain leverage. He stilled inside me, his body collapsing onto mine, and he released my wrists slowly as his hands trailed down my body.

I shook with the aftershocks of my orgasm as my pussy pushed him free, his come dripping from between my legs as he showered my sweating skin in kisses.

I couldn’t tell him how I felt. I couldn’t because we both knew this had a termination date. I didn’t know when it would end, and I knew my feelings would make it hurt so much worse, but I’d rather experience him now while I could rather than waste it on some frivolous notion of love that couldn’t exist.

Not really anyway.

I felt his breathing even out, and I took the time to slowly slide out from underneath him. If I wasn’t hungry before, I sure as hell was now. So I slid off the bed and grabbed his shirt. I slipped it over my head, ignoring the fluids sticking to my thighs, and grabbed my phone before I set off to find his kitchen. Something greasy would cure the last vestiges of my hangover, so when I finally found the kitchen, I began to cook.

Cheese grits and scrambled eggs with tomatoes and onions. Crispy bacon and toast with butter and jam. I sat everything out onto the table as I brewed a cup of coffee, and just as Grant emerged from the hallway, I was flipping pancakes in a pan while slowly heating up the molasses syrup.

“What the hell’s all this?” he asked.

“Breakfast,” I said. “Sit.”

“You made all this?” he asked.

“I’m not completely useless,” I said, grinning.

“I never thought you were.”

I slid the pancakes onto a plate before I grabbed the warmed molasses. I met his gaze, his eyes never leaving mine, and once again, I felt like I was underneath that microscope. I felt like his intense gaze was reading everything going on in my head, and I wondered if he could see how I felt. If he could see how my heart lurched out for him, trying to gain hold of his as I stood there with plates of food in my hand.

“Here, let me help,” he said.

We sat down for a leisurely breakfast while the birds chirped outside. We talked a bit about the coming work week and plans he had with the information he’d found, but mostly it was just the two of us existing with one another. It was comfortable and safe. Familiar, yet new. I didn’t really know how to describe it other than unabashedly wonderful, and I was sad when Grant put down his fork.

“That was a fabulous breakfast,” he said. “I had no idea you knew how to cook.”

“Eh, I’ve got a few talents,” I said, winking.

Just then, my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. I sighed and got up, opening the text message I had from my sister. She was asking me about where I was, telling me Dad was worried.

“Picked a fine time to start caring,” I said.

“What?” Grant asked.

“Nothing.”

I got lucky last night, Sissy. I’ll be home soon.

I sent the message to her before I sighed heavily. I didn’t want to cut my time short with Grant. I wanted to stay with him the entire day. I wanted to just lie in his arms and listen to the sounds of the South serenade us to sleep. I felt like I could sleep all day, but I knew I had to get home. I didn’t want anyone getting suspicious, especially if Dylan had the balls to go over to the house and ask if I’d gotten home all right.

I got showered and dressed, and Grant took me back to my car. I wanted to throw my arms around him and never let him go. I wanted to kiss him one last time before I had to go home. I wanted to do all these things, and yet I couldn’t. That was the nature of our relationship, and that was why I couldn’t tell him how I felt.

I couldn’t ever tell him I’d fallen in love with him.

I drove back to my house and tried to sneak back upstairs. My father was there to intercept me, which already made me annoyed. But when he started in on his lecture, I was trying to hold back my sarcastic laughter.

“Where were you last night?” he asked.

“On a date,” I said.

“I know. With Dylan? I heard it from one of the guys on the team.”

“Nice to know they oddly call you on the weekends to chat,” I said.

“Crissy, you’ve been doing so well,” he said. “Grant even says so. Don’t ruin it with your frolicking around the office.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Crissy, don’t address your father that way,” Mel said.

“This isn’t a conversation that concerns you,” I said.

“She’s your stepmother, and she cares about you, so yes, it does,” he said.

“Stepmother? Dad, she’s not even old enough to be my fucking sister.”

“Language,” Mel said.

“Gold digger,” I fired back.

“Crissy, interoffice relationships get messy,” my father said. “People have been fired over less. Striking up a romance with someone that’s underneath me isn’t going to end well. For either of you.”

“Did you tell this to Dylan as well?” I asked.

“Dylan knows. He knows what he did was wrong.”

“But did you talk with him?” I asked. “Or is this just a talk you have with the woman in the relationship?”

“Crissy, your father’s just—”

I held my hand up and silenced her, which shocked both of them. I took a deep breath through my nose and swallowed hard, trying to rid my body of any anger that was creeping up. I had to handle this well so I could put this night behind me. Whatever those idiotic guys told my father, I didn’t care. All I wanted to go was get to my room and lock myself in there until Monday morning.

“It’s not an interoffice romance, Dad. It was a hookup. And a terrible one at that. No feelings are involved, so it won’t fuck up my job performance.”

“Really, Crissy?” he asked. “I didn’t need to know all that.”

“Well, then don’t fucking stop me for a lecture and ask about it,” I said. “And if you tell me language one more time in the house I grew up in, you’ll get more than just a bit of strong language, Mel.”

“Crissy, what the hell’s gotten into you?” my father asked.

“A sense of pride, that’s what.”

I went up to my room and shut the door, relieved that I was finally out from underneath their prying gazes. Dad could now feel like he’d done his “dad thing” for the week by pretending to give a shit, and I could go back to thinking about Grant.

The irony of the lecture, however, had me giggling as I lay there and stared at my ceiling. I was making all the mistakes he’d just told me not to make, just not with the man he thought it was. I wanted to follow his advice. I wanted to take him at his word. But it was too late. I couldn’t help it any longer. I was in love with Grant Jacobs, and that admission had forever changed the course with which I viewed our little escapades.

I crawled underneath the covers as silent tears poured down my face. If I slept the rest of the day away, I could wake up tomorrow and see him again.

So, that was exactly what I did.