“Your bail’s been posted.”

“Oh god, you go first. I can’t face him.” I plead with Jill.

“Say what? Aggie, you got us into this mess!”

“I was standing up for you!”

“Aggie, you threw two large men over the balcony of the bar because you thought they were Russian spies. Then you mooned half the bar before you jumped overboard with them to escape “the fuzz” as you called them.”

“I didn’t moon them! My ass never fits in your pants! You make it sound worse than how it played out in my head.”

“It was pretty bad. You’re lucky I had my wits about me to stop you from flashing everyone too!”

“I wouldn’t have.” I scoff.

She gives me the eye, shutting me up.

Six hours ago, this all seemed like a great idea. Me and my best friend hopped a plane to New York. We could have driven or taken the train, but time was of the essence and we were in the mood for some fun.

I may have gone a little overboard when I had one too many mojitos at a bar in Time Square. Alright, I had wayyyy too many mojitos at a bar in Time Square. Enough to knock a sumo wrestler on their ass. Technically it was Jill’s fault because day drinking was her brilliant plan.

I have no idea how we got to that last bar. But I stand by my assumptions, I’m still not convinced that table in question weren’t spies. They looked highly suspicious.

“It’s like a band-aid.” I stand up and exit the cell.

That’s right. We were drunk tanked and couldn’t leave until someone bailed us out. I was still half in the bag when I called Grant, so I wasn’t sure if he was coming when I got off the phone. Thankfully Grant’s a standup guy, I knew he wouldn’t leave me hanging.

As we’re being escorted down a long hallway to the front of the police station my heart starts to accelerate. We’re still a new couple. It’s too soon to be making jail house calls.

The officer opens the door and Jill yells as I throw her through and almost into the arresting officer.

He looks at me, seriousness marring his face. “I can stick you back in for another few hours if you’d like?”

“No, I’m fine. Just taking my time before dealing with my boyfriend. She needs to scope the situation out. Plus, I’m not cut out for prison sir.”

He cracks a small smile. “Why is that?”

“I’d be someone’s bitch sir. I’m not strong enough to hold my own.”

He’s trying not to laugh as he gestures for me to go through the door. Once I step into the next room my eyes seek out Grants.

He’s talking to Jill quietly in the corner which makes me feel uneasy. I bet she’s selling me out and telling him the whole sordid event.

“Come here Agnes.”

My real name, that can’t be good. I make the march of doom over to him and stop, staring at the ground.

“Care to tell me why you threw people over a balcony bar?”

I shake my head.

“How about why you showed everyone in that bar your ass?”

I shake my head again feeling like he won’t believe the my badonka donks not like a Tonka truck excuse. Stop judging, rap soothes the soul and sometimes you have to listen to the subliminal messages.

“That’s my cue. I’m gonna go. Arrested and outed as a lesbian all in one day. My parents will be so proud.” Jill hooks her thumb towards the door and flies out of the police station.

“Wait! Where’s she going?”

“She’s fine. I got her a flight home.”

“Why aren’t we going with her?”

“Because we’re going back to my hotel where you’re going to tell me what happened. I’d love to know why you left the apartment and why I had to jump on a plane to bail you out of jail.”

“Technically I wasn’t arrested…” The look he gives me keeps me from fighting the good fight further.

The whole walk to his car I feel his hand burning through the small of my back and the mid-morning sun has me squinting my eyes, wishing I hadn’t lost my sunglasses in the river. It feels like I’ve done two years on the inside not a couple hours.

Once seated in the car, Grant says nothing to me. Not one word!

No yelling, cussing, telling me I was a huge idiot. It makes me wonder what he has in store for me when we get to the hotel. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think he’ll smack me around. But he might not be dishing out a Christian Grey style punishment either. Fingers crossed!

After some more silence, I can’t take it anymore.

“He had shifty eyes!”

“Excuse me?”

“One of the guys I threw over the balcony. He had shifty eyes and I know he had some sort of listening device in his ear. It wasn’t wax like Jill said. Someone was on the other end getting the intel.”

“Agnes…”

“Then he ordered a Manhattan! Who orders a Manhattan? A Russian spy, that’s who. It’s the drink of panic.”

“I’m sorry, what the hell are you talking about?”

“When you’re put on the spot and need to give your drink order. You can’t trust people that order Manhattan’s on the fly.”

“He had shifty eyes and he ordered a Manhattan under duress. So, you threw him over a balcony…”

“Correct.”

Then back to silence. For the rest of the ride when I just wanted to explain further that no, that wasn’t all! He needs to absorb everything, so I remain silent.

Everything moves so fast once his driver parks in front of a huge hotel. Grant links our fingers and pulls me from the car and through the lobby, not stopping until we hit the bank of elevators. A few employees shout their hellos to him, but for the most part he ignores them.

He bends down so his mouth is in line with my ear. “You’re gonna know who that ass belongs to after I’m done.”

A shiver racks my body. Boy do I ever want him to take charge. I love when he goes macho caveman on me.

“If I must. I was a bad girl master.”

“Bad girls get punished Aggie.” He leans in and nips at my ear. “Why the fuck is it taking so long?” He sighs continuing to wait for the elevator.

I’m waiting for something to happen when we finally enter the foyer, it’s a pent house. At this point in the game I’d expect nothing less of Grant. He’s not scared to spend his money on the finer things in life.

Making a pit stop at the bathroom, thankfully I find a spare toothbrush and paste. My mouth isn’t the most appetizing place to be right now. It smells like a dog’s ass.

When I open the bathroom door I halt. The once brightly lit bedroom I walked through moments before is now shrouded in darkness. The only light is a burning candle on the desk. Are they allowed in hotel rooms?

“Take off your clothes.”

“Um…”

“Do it.”

I swallow as I start removing my shirt. He sounds really upset so I’m going slow. Every second counts to get back in his good graces.

When I’m naked his body heat seeps into my back side. He’s naked. I can feel his erection between my butt cheeks and I’m so happy I know where this is going now.

“Get on the bed baby.”

“Yes sir.”

 

 

***

 

It could be five hours or five minutes from when I stripped. Each wrist is tied to the head board and my legs are tied to the foot board. I’m completely spread eagle. The most vulnerable position I’ve ever been in before.

“Ahhhh no! Come on!”

You see, I’m receiving my punishment. And I can honestly say I will never call him to bail me out of jail again. He’s been eating me out for the hundred hours and keeps stopping right when I get to the end. That end. At this point I feel like if I say the O word it’ll never be attainable.

“You were a bad girl. Whose ass is this baby?”

“Please Grant! I’m not above begging or bartering for a freaking orgasm.”

“Hmmm. Bartering? I’m listening.” He backs away from me completely. Give me a freaking break!

“A blow job.”

“That’s hardly a fair bet, we both know you love my dick, especially when it’s in your mouth.”

“Huh, that’s what you think!”

“What’s that now Aggie?” Two of his fingers slide into my pussy and start pumping with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. I shove my hips forwards trying to get his fingers just right. Really no help is needed but I can’t stop myself, I want it so bad!

“Tell me you love my cock.”

“I love your ugly cock.”

His fingers twist inside of me and the pleasure starts to build. It starts building and building until I’m ready to scream his name… then he takes his hand away.

“What’s ugly?”

“Your stump of a penis…” I growl in frustration. “For the love of god Grant, if you don’t do something to finish me off I’m going to end up in jail again!”

He quickly unties my hands and feet before flipping me so I’m on my stomach. Finally, I know he’s gonna give it to me now!

His body covers my back and he starts kissing my shoulder before I feel his warm breath on my ear. “You’re not in the position to be making demands baby.” Kiss. “I have one offer I’m willing to put on the table.” Kiss.

“I’m listening.” I moan.

“Move in with me.”

His hand moves his cock to align with my center before ever so slowly slipping it in. I’m so wet there’s no resistance.

“What?” I can’t think. “This is dirty, even for you.”

“Move in with me.”

“It’s too soon.” I pant.

“We’ve known each other for six months. That’s long enough. I know you Agnes, I want you in my house, in my bed.” He pulls out then thrusts slowly back inside. I’m so close already after all the stolen attempts at a climax.

“This isn’t fair. It’ll be harder to keep us a secret.”

“You know what’s not fair? Having to jump a flight to another state to bust your girlfriend out of the big house.”

“Point taken. Grant!” I moan when he starts picking up the pace and adds his fingers to the mix. One hand on my pussy with the other tweaking my nipple.

“You’re close. I can feel your… Christ!”

“Keep going, I’m gonna come!”

“Not until you agree to move in with me.” I can tell he’s about to lose it from the grit in his voice. “You practically already live with me, let’s make it official.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream out praying that’s enough for him to finish me off.

His hips start pounding into me as his fingers work my clit. My body erupts, tingles consume my body and I ignite.

“Yes Grant, yes!” I scream the hotel ceiling off. The sheer pleasure coursing through me is so consuming tears leak from my eyes.

“Squeeze my cock baby, just like that.” He starts calling out my name as his climax hits him. His hips thrust that much harder, that much faster.

Noises are coming out of me that I’d cringe for as my orgasm plows right into number two and I feel like I’m going to pass out. How Grant’s keeping up with his movements having had his orgasm is astounding. Then he starts grunting and calling out my name all over again.

It’s so hot and his hand finds my clit again pushing me into number freaking three as he sets off again.

“Fuck!” He moans through his last few thrusts. His body racks with tremors as he empties himself into me.

Our bodies take a while to come down, if they even do. After all that, it may take a week. We’re sweaty, panting and completely blissed out.

“Fuck me.”

“Holy shit.”

“I’m going to get you something to clean up with the second my body starts cooperating again baby. That was… that was. Jesus. I don’t know how to describe it.”

“Freaking awesome sauce!” I squeeze out between heaving breaths.

“No, I’m serious Agnes. That has never happened before. I thought it was a myth.”

“So, you had…”

“Two. I came two fucking times.” He lies his head back and throws his arm over his eyes.

I love that he’s like this. When I put my hand on his chest he jumps slightly from the contact. His skins still extremely sensitive.

“I’ll be right back.” I whisper after placing a kiss over his heart.

Standing in the bathroom, I turn the shower on deciding we both need to clean up. I have a sticky situation going on downstairs and we’re both sweaty beasts. In the room, I find Grant in the same position I left him in.

“Let’s go Playboy. I have the shower ready to go.”

“Go on without me. Every man for himself.”

I can’t help but laugh. Maybe this means he forgot…

“I can’t wait to have you in my bed permanently so we can try this out again.” He props his head up and waggles his brows at me.

“There’s still some very good reasons we shouldn’t.”

“Fuck that. Everything holding you back I took care of. Michelle’s out of the picture. I came clean and if you would have stayed in my apartment like I asked you would have known.”

“You did what?” I shriek. “Grant, that means she gets…”

“She can fucking have it, I’ll open more.”

“But…”

He pulls my arm causing me to fall on top of him. “It’s over.” He brushes my hair from my face. “I was pissed yesterday morning because of the tabloid. They should have been covering the cheating scandal, not your brush with lesbian hood.”

“Oh…”

“I went to my lawyer and realized the magazines were on the shelves before they got word of the scandal. Come tomorrow her face is going to be on every fucking cover. Right now, she’s the headline on every news station.”

“I can’t believe it’s all over with.”

“Yes, and when I came home and found you gone I panicked. There was no way to get in touch with you and I didn’t hear from you until the middle of the night.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Not for going to Jill’s, that had to happen. She’s my best friend and I couldn’t let her freak out by herself over something I caused. I should have called you and said we were leaving for New York. If only I had a phone…”

“I already replaced it. There’s one way I can think of that would make up for it.”

“I was under compulsion when I agreed.”

“Compulsion’s for wizards. Now help your man outta bed and give me a sponge bath!”

“I like the sound of that. You are a lot older, we’ll need to practice for when you’re a grandpa.”

He looks at me with soft eyes and a ginormous smile on his face. I think this is the first time I’ve ever talked about our future without him bringing it up first.

“I like the sound of that.” His voice is gruff as he gets off the bed and pulls me to him.

We stare at each other for a moment before he picks me up bridal style and marches into the bathroom with me in his arms. The shower is just that, a shower. But somehow, we’ve reached a new level. We explore each other’s bodies with our hands, but don’t take it any farther.

As he’s rinsing the conditioner from my hair I eye him. When the depths of his chocolate eyes lock onto mine I feel so much passion between us. So much hope for the first time since we started dating.

“I love you Grant.”

“I love you too baby. Tell me you’ll move in with me.” He kisses my nose and pulls me tight against his body.

“I’ll move in with you.” I whisper.

“I’m taking you out for the whole world to see tonight.”

Guess we’re going public.