Chapter Twenty-Five
OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS, Grayson and I had settled into the relationship. When we worked, I soon realized I was the only one who could give away the fact I was dating the boss by my actions. So I had calmed my heart and did as I had before boinking the boss. So far, no one had looked at us with curious eyes. No one had mentioned anything to me, and even everything had been dropped about the awards night. There were too many other things going on to talk about at work. Like the fact Grayson had fired Lexi. Not only had she been lying about Michael, but when Grayson spoke with him, he discovered Lexi had sabotaged many things to hold Michael back.
Then there was also the fact Angelia was now dating Darby from my floor. Of course we gave them a lot of flak for it, but we were all happy they seemed to be totally taken with each other. I had asked Darby one day as we rode the elevator together how it happened. Apparently one night they had seen each other out, and things escalated from there.
I glanced to Grayson’s door for the millionth time. He was in there, and I had an urge to be very naughty. I just wasn’t sure how he would take it, but there was one way I could find out. I had been… excited all morning since I had a sex dream and woke up alone. Grayson and I shared my bed every night since the first night, and I looked forward to the end of the day every day. We ate dinner together, talked, watched movies, and just enjoyed each other.
However, that morning I woke to a note saying he forgot to mention he was meeting with Vice. Usually we showered together every morning. I never thought I would enjoy sex so much, but I did, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
You can do this, Kenzie. Just go in there and seduce your man. It’s that simple. I took another look at his appointment book and knew he had no one coming in for a while. Then again, he may be too busy returning calls or e-mails.
He could say no.
So what if he did? I may be embarrassed for a little while, but I would get over it.
“Right,” I muttered to myself. My hands went to the desk, and I pushed myself up. Striding to the door, I then knocked.
“Come in,” he called.
Opening the door, Grayson smiled over at me. I quickly entered and shut the door again. Grayson went to talk, but I held up my hand and said, “You know, I have an urge to suck your co—”
“Vice,” Grayson near shouted.
My eyes widened.
“Hello, sweetheart.” Vice’s voice light with humor came from the phone speaker on Grayson’s desk. “And thanks for the offer, but I think Grayson would actually kill me.”
“Cobbler,” I shouted. “I was going to say cobbler.”
Vice’s laughter came loud and long. Grayson chuckled with him and shook his head with a smile on his lips.
Groaning, I stepped back against the closed door. “I think, ah, I need… Yes, I heard my phone ringing.”
“Vice, I’ll call you later.”
He snorted. “Of course, you lucky bastard. Enjoy your cobbler, Makenzie.”
Grayson reached over and pressed a button.
Looking to the floor, I said, “I’m never going to be able to face him again.”
Grayson scoffed, stood, and then came toward me. “You’ll be fine. Not sure I will be though. Now he’ll be thinking of you… sucking a cobbler.” He chuckled again.
Banging my head back into the door, I groaned at my foolishness. “I should have made sure you weren’t busy.”
“Probably,” he admitted from right in front of me. “However, what’s done is done, and what I really want to know is did you mean what you said?”
I met his eyes and smiled, ignoring my blushing. “What? Sucking your cobbler?”
“Yes.” His eyes lowered to my lips, and I nodded. “Right. Let’s go then.” He shifted me away from the door and went to open it.
I called, “Wait. Where are we going?”
“Lunch.”
“You want me to suck you off at lunch?”
His eyes widened before he laughed. “No, though I am as hard as fuck. But I’m taking you to lunch because if I don’t, I’ll have your skirt up and you bent over my desk in seconds.”
“The problem in that is?” I queried.
“Jesus. I don’t know. I can’t think straight right now.”
A knock sounded at the door. “Grayson, is Makenzie in there? I’m here to relieve her for lunch.”
Grayson sighed. “That’s right. I’d called Helena before I was speaking to Vice to come take over for your lunch because I was planning to take you out.”
I smiled, my body warming at his thoughtfulness. Then teasingly, I whispered, “So sex is out of the question right now?”
“Woman,” he growled out low before he opened the door and gestured me out. Over his shoulder, while I grabbed my bag, Grayson said, “Mrs. Mayfair and I’ll be gone for over an hour for a business lunch, Helena. Any problems, phone one of us.” He strode off to the elevator. I said a fast thank-you to Helena and quickened my pace to catch him.
Grayson ended up pressing the button and swiping his card to hit our apartments. He’d said he had to grab something before we went out. As soon as we were on our floor, he took my hand, kissing the back of it before leading us into the kitchen. When I stepped in, I froze.
Set out on the table were already lit candles, place mats, two plates, and cutlery.
“I had a friend come up and set it up for us.”
Tears welled. No one had ever done something so romantic for me. Ever.
With one leap, I was in Grayson’s arms and kissing him. He groaned against my mouth and sat my ass on the kitchen counter behind him.
Parting, he smiled and asked, “I guess you like my idea?”
“Very much so.” I nipped at his neck. “Was this friend the one who you were on the phone to?”
“That could be the one. He brought takeout. It’s in the refrigerator. However, I’d like to get back to what you wanted in my office.”
Giggling, I asked, “And what was that?”
He smirked. “Sucking my cobbler.”
“I’ll gladly suck your anything anytime.”
His eyes shone. “I’ll have to remember that and test it out.”
“I can promise you I won’t back out.”
His brow quirked, his eyes flashing in challenge. “We will see. But for now, I’d like to do some sucking before I fuck you so hard you’ll have trouble returning to work.”
“I’ll have to let my boss know.”
His hands drifted up under my skirt. I lifted my hips as he grabbed my panties and pulled them all the way down and off. “He’s very unforgiving. He’ll want to know exactly why you aren’t returning to work.” His hands slid back up under my skirt. However, only one was between my legs, the other was on my hip. I gasped as a finger tested how wet I was. He smiled. “In fact, your boss could end up punishing you.”
Panting, I nodded. “I-I think that would be okay.”
“Spread your legs, Kenzie. Put your feet on the chairs and bare yourself to me.”
I did as I was told, and still, Grayson didn’t relent on stroking me, up and down, then swirling around my clit.
Leaning in, he raised his gaze to mine, and said, “This is the best lunch I have ever had.”
I threw my head back and moaned when he sucked my clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it before two of his fingers dipped right into me. In and out they went, faster and faster.
“Grayson,” I breathed.
His hand on my hip disappeared. I heard his belt buckle and then the swoosh of his pants hitting the floor. Next, he was up and over me, the tip of his cock at my entrance instead of his finger and he thrust inside of me all the way. I cried out as he swore. He pulled back and pushed all the way in again, over and over.
“Shit, fuck. You feel so good,” he muttered into my neck. A breeze hit my chest; my bra was forced down, and his mouth was on my breast, his teeth sinking into my nipple.
“Yes,” I yelled. He pumped his cock faster into me. I gripped his head, and he lapped at my other exposed nipple.
“Jesus,” he cursed. I mewed in complaint when he pulled all the way out. He cupped my pussy, slid a finger in and left it there. Through hooded eyes, I met his heated ones. “Can’t get enough of this pussy. Mine. All fucking mine.”
I nodded. “All yours.”
“Christ.” He straightened, shrugged off his jacket, then shirt and kicked off the rest of his pants and boxers. “Get naked,” he ordered, reaching out a hand to me. I took it and hopped off the counter. Standing, I slipped out of my skirt and top. Unhooking my bra, I threw it to the counter and stood before him naked. I ran my gaze over his body and licked my lips.
Perfection.
All of him was.
He took hold of his cock and pumped it in his hand once, twice, all while staring at me. A small smile played on his lips.
My pussy already throbbed from the way he fucked me hard before. I was soaked and wanted more. I needed him inside of me.
When his phone rang, I looked to the counter to see it there. Grinning, I said, “You’d better take it. Could be important.” I held it out to him.
Snorting, he said, “There is no way in hell—”
“It could be Helena with something major going on.”
“Fuck.” He ground his teeth together, snapped the phone from my hand and placed it to his ear. “What?” he snarled.
I could hear a female voice on the other side, which did sound like Helena.
Stepping forward, I kissed his chest as he grumbled through whatever he was saying. I didn’t take notice what it was because I got to my knees before him and placed the tip of his cock to my lips. Glancing up, I saw Grayson’s eyes on me, his brow arched, and he kept on talking, only faltering his words when I sucked him all the way into my mouth.
I slid him all the way out again and waited to see if he wanted me to stop while he concentrated on the call. Apparently, something had gone wrong with Ethan’s album. Other than that, I knew nothing else because I felt his hand grip my hair and he watched me as he forced my mouth back down onto his erection.
“Yes. Find out from Carlson where the file is.”
As I got my rhythm going, his grip in my hair loosened. Still, he never let go.
“Hmm,” he said into the phone. His jaw clenching. “Fine,” he grunted. His head fell back, his eyes to the ceiling. “I’ll be back when I can.” He stepped back, his dick dropping from my mouth. “That was evil.” He smiled down at me.
“But, did you like it?”
“Hell yes.” He strode to the table and pulled out a chair as I got to my feet. I was surprised when he sat down on it. He crooked his finger at me, while he pressed something into his phone. “I have to make another call, but I want you riding me while I do it.”
My eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. Get over here, Kenzie. Now.” He placed the phone to his ear and spoke to someone by the name of Nick. I didn’t know who he was and I didn’t care. Excitement burst through me and my belly fluttered from it, my skin breaking out in goose bumps.
What we were doing was wrong, yet thrilling.
My walls clenched, my clit pulsed, and my nipples hardened even more. With my chest rising and falling rapidly, Grayson took it all in and smiled as I walked slowly over to him. He kept talking, but my ears were ringing from the adrenaline rush so I didn’t hear what was being said.
Straddling his legs, I shifted forward more as Grayson’s free hand came up to grip my waist. Reaching between us, I held Grayson’s leaking cock and lined it up with my entrance. Slowly, I pressed down. He filled and stretched me like always. I bit my bottom lip to stop my moan. With my feet firmly on the floor, I pushed up and then back down. Over and over I rocked myself on Grayson.
His responses were curt, his voice hard, and his eyes lazy as he watched between our bodies, entering me again and again.
Suddenly, he let go of my hip. It was lucky I had hold of his shoulders, or I would have fallen. I gasped when he pressed a finger against my clit.
“Yes, do that. I have to go,” he bit out, hung up the phone, and threw it to the table. “Fucking hell. I’m so close,” he groaned, bringing me against him and latching his teeth into my neck.
“Grayson,” I whispered, resting my forehead on his shoulder.
“Yes, fuck me, baby. Fuck me.”
“God, yes,” I cried. My walls shook, tightening around him. His hands going to my ass, he then stood with me, still inside of me and I was still coming. Then, he fucked me.
As in, fucked me hard.
With his hands on my ass, he pulled me back and thrust me down hard onto his cock.
“Fuck, shit,” he yelled, swelling inside of me as he exploded. Two more times he thrust into me before he stopped, our breaths mixed in with one another as his forehead touched mine.
I let my unsteady legs drop to the floor. He slipped out of me, causing both of us to shudder. Then he gripped my leg and pulled it up, placing my foot on the chair, his hand moved between my legs, his finger inside of me. I was soaked with both of our releases.
“Perfect. Fucking perfect.”
My chest ached with an overload of emotions for the man before me. The intensity of his eyes making my heart beat that much harder.
Still, the words weren’t shared between us. We both felt it, I could see it written all over him, and I was sure he could from me as well.
Soon, the love I had for him would burst out of me. What was holding me back, I wasn’t sure.
Maybe I thought it too soon.
Didn’t matter though. We saw it, felt it, and we would enjoy it all until the day the words were finally spoken between us.