I’m starting to learn I have no will power when it comes to Grant. The second we got through the door he was ripping my clothes off and I let him.

I should have demanded some answers and tried figuring out who he was like I originally planned.

I should have stopped him when his head was between my legs.

I should have stopped myself from sliding his cock inside my mouth.

I should have stopped him when he was thrusting his Big D deep inside of me.

I should have stopped him before I called out his name so loud there’s no doubt his neighbors knew he had female company.

But I didn’t. And now I’m laying wide awake in his enormous bed while he softly snores next to me. My conscience won’t let me get any sleep, so I gently remove his hand from my boob and slowly slide out of his bed. I miss the warmth immediately, but I’ll be bored as hell all night if I just lie here staring at the ceiling.

After throwing on his shirt I found on the floor, I make my way out of his bedroom to do some sleuthing. We bombed through his house like our genitals were on fire so I didn’t see anything. Literally nothing. I can’t tell you what his bedroom looks like even though I’ve been in there for the past several hours.

Just outside his bedroom is a long-ish hallway. It has several doors and the hardwood floors are glowing. I can see the moonlight shining off them. He must have a cleaning lady unless he’s a closet Danny Tanner. That thought makes me chuckle.

First, I set out to check all the rooms. No door goes left unopened tonight!

I find two other bedrooms, an office and a massive bathroom. All contemporary. All boring as hell. It’s totally not my décor style. It looks like it’s staged. Like anyone could come with their toothbrush and move in. The only personal touches are a few picture frames in his office.

As I’m shutting a drawer in the desk, don’t judge me, I notice a framed picture of Grant and the girl from the restaurant the first night I realized who he was. How the hell have I not questioned him about her? It’s like she completely slipped my mind and now I should lose my woman card. Damn it Agnes!

When I look to the right there’s another picture, one of him with the beautiful woman and… a little girl.

My heart starts racing because the puzzle pieces are falling together. There’s no personal touches here because it’s his booty pad! Oh my god, he’s married with a kid!

I hear a throat clear and look up to find Grant propped against the door frame with amusement in his eyes.

“Snooping, are we?”

“I can’t believe you! Luring me in with your Big D all devil-may-care when you’ve got a child and a wife at home!”

“What makes you think I’m married with a kid?” He still looks amused and it’s pissing me the hell off.

With both frames in hand I lift them to the sky and wave them around for him to see. Grant walks up to me and grabs the frame with the little girl out of my hand.

“I remember this day. Izzy was so excited when she opened the American Girl doll I got her. My sister was a little mad because it trumped the gift she got my niece, but I didn’t care. I love making her smile.”

“Niece?”

“Niece.” He confirms while taking the frames and placing them back on the desk. “The blonde’s my sister.”

I hurry up and leave the office in search of the front door. My purse is on the way so I snatch it up and keep on moving. How embarrassing! What is wrong with me, I need to get out of here.

When my hands on the door knob, Grant’s arms wrap around my waist before hoisting me in the air. He carries me to the living room I haven’t seen yet and sits on the couch then pulls me onto his lap.

“Where do you think you’re going baby?” He nuzzles and nips at my neck.

“I forgot I left my coffee pot on, I must get home.”

“You don’t have a coffee pot.”

“I could have a coffee pot.” I sigh.

“What’s the matter?”

“If we have this conversation I can’t be on your lap. I can feel your penis between my butt cheeks and its distracting me.”

He laughs and sets me beside him after making sure to leisurely thrust his dick in my ass.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but it has to stop. I’m not a messy insecure woman and that’s how I feel when I’m with you. I told myself I was gonna get to know you, give this relationship an honest to god shot. But then we barely clear your door and BAM! We’re screwing like a bunch of horny teenagers in a time crunch before my parents get home.”

“I’d like to think my stamina is better than a teenager.”

“Shut it. The point is you're making me throw my rules out the window. Hell with the window, you wipe them out and write your own.”

“What can I do to make your morals feel better?”

I look at him thinking about it. “Favorite color?”

“Black and yellow.”

“That’s two!”

“Yes, because I love the way they look together.”

“Fair enough. How old are you?”

“29. And before you argue that I’m too old for you, just remember. Your name is Agnes and you speak like an old lady. So technically, you have an older, wiser soul.”

“We’ll revisit that later. What’s your middle name?”

He groans and throws his head back on the couch cushion. I jump up on my knees ready for this one.

“Tell me, tell me, tell me!” I reach out and twist his nipple.

“Ow!” He rubs his tender flesh but starts laughing. “I don’t think I’ve gotten a titty twister in over two decades.”

“That’s sad. Now spill!”

“Fine. If you must know, my full name is Grant Waldo Donovan.” He turns his head and glares at me as I burst out laughing.

“Oh my god! Wheeerrrreee’ssss Walllldddoooo? I think that’ll be my new nickname for your penis.”

He grabs me and has my body beneath him in an instant. “Please don’t. My middle name is a serious downer.”

“Oh, downer as in can’t get it up. Got it.” I give him the thumbs up.

He leans down to kiss me but I place my hand between us so he kisses my hand.

“Not done yet?”

“Not by a long shot.” I wiggle out from under him to resume my spit fire questioning.

I find out along with a sister, he also has four brothers. He only has the one niece so far and he’s super close with his parents. I think his family is close in general. He mentions two of his brothers own a condo in the same building. It’s when we get into discussing his work that the panic sets in. I didn’t realize the enormity of his business. Don’t get me wrong, I knew he owned restaurants and was doing fantastic for himself. I can’t really wrap my brain around his wealth.

“You own 40 restaurants across the US and have a few that are international?”

“Yes. But my favorite is Greed in Vegas. I’ll have to take you sometime. The food is the best I’ve ever had, like eating magic.”

“Who says that?” I laugh.

“Someone that appreciates food.”

“Point taken. It’s safe to assume you travel a lot with all your businesses being spread out?”

“All the time. I told you I was just away for two weeks. There was a grand opening in New York, a new fusion restaurant.”

“Like one of those Thai, Japanese places?”

“It’s a little more than that, but yes.”

“Fun!”

“Do you know enough now? Can we go to bed?”

“I don’t know about bed?” I wink at him and his eyes turn stormy.

“You read my mind Aggie.” He hoists me up and over his shoulder, spanks my ass then takes off for the bedroom.

I’m giggling and screaming, which quickly turns to moaning when his mouth latches onto my clit. But I want him inside me no matter how good his mouth feels.

Taking charge, I push him back onto the bed and jump on his lap. In no time, I drop down onto his cock and go to town. I’m moaning while he’s growling out curses. Then he flips us.

“Fuck, what you do to me Aggie.”

“Same!” I yell when he hits just the right spot. “Right there! Ohhhhh, ohhhhh!” I moan as my climax hits me knocking all coherent thought from my brain.

“Christ! You’re squeezing me so tight, I’m gonna come.” He pumps into me a few more times before burying himself to the hilt.

“Aggie…” He growls then bites my shoulder setting me off again.

“Grant!” I shriek as he pulls his hips back and slams inside one last time.

“I… can’t… breathe…” I pant.

He rolls off me laughing then plops on his back. We lie there motionless for a few minutes before his hand finds mine, linking his fingers with my own.

“You’re making it really hard Grant.”

“Making what hard baby?”

“To not fall for you. It’s too soon.” I bury my head in my pillow hiding my face.

“Hold that thought.” He leaves the bed and walks in all his naked glory to the bathroom. Of course I peaked. Who the hell wouldn’t? When he returns, he has a cloth with him to clean me up.

“We need to get some condoms. I’m too young and poor to get knocked up already.” I laugh, but I notice he doesn’t.

“You have to stop talking about being poor. If you’re with me you can have whatever you want and I mean that. I know my money bothers you, but if you keep dwelling on it, it’ll be a dark cloud that hangs over us.”

“I know. It’s just hard, I’ve never had a lot of money. Well, I should clarify. My mom had many husbands that were well off, but once my dad ran out on us and she found husband number two, she shipped me off to my Mimi’s so she could live the life of luxury. He didn’t want kids, so I was a burden she got rid of.” I shrug my shoulders as if it’s not a big deal but the sting of my mother’s betrayal still hits me hard.

“It’s all starting to make sense. We’ll revisit this topic later, I can tell it’s upsetting you.”

“Thank you.”

“Okay, if it bothers you that much you can go to the doctors and get on the pill. After having you free and clear, no way will a condom be okay with me. It’s like having chocolate mousse but settling for chocolate pudding.”

“I love chocolate pudding.”

“Aggie…”

“Fine. I’ll try and find a doctor to make an appointment.”

“You don’t have a doctor?”

“Nah, I usually just hit up the minute clinic if I’m sick. I’m assuming I can’t go there for birth control.” I laugh.

“I’ll take care of it.” He places his hand over my mouth stopping my protests. “Don’t fight with me. Remember, embrace it.”

I nod my head before closing my eyes. Now that my doubts are somewhat lying dormant, exhaustion is sinking in.

“Goodnight my sweet Aggie.” I hear him whisper in my ear but I’m already too far into sleep world to reply.

His sweet Aggie. I could get used to this.