Chapter 4

Kendra

It was probably one of the worst nights of sleep I’d ever had. It was one of those nights where I couldn’t actually remember sleeping at all. There had been a lot of tossing and turning, a lot of lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, but not a whole lot of actual sleeping. When the morning sun came creeping through my window, I knew I was in for a long, tiring day.

The reason I’d been so restless was, of course, Grant Marcus. I just couldn’t stop thinking of the meeting we’d had.

I’d been a nervous wreck before I even showed up at the restaurant. I had no idea what I was meeting him for. There was no telling with Grant. Our past relationship complicated things. I never knew if he was going to be professional or rub my nose in his success.

From the very beginning, the dinner was off-putting. I had forgotten just how hot Grant was. Like, Jesus Christ, Lord have mercy, levels of hot. He was waiting at the restaurant when I arrived, and I had to work exceptionally hard not to trip and fall over myself as I made my way toward him. It was more difficult than it sounded since the very sight of him made my knees shake. The only way I could do that was to look anywhere but in his direction.

He was so much better looking than he was in high school. Back then, he was a skinny, nerdy type. Admittedly, I had found that attractive, in its own way. It wasn’t like I dated him out of pity. I liked him, and we had a good time together. But now, he had a body that suggested hours had been spent in the gym sculpting it.

Beyond that, his face had matured, too. His jaw had filled out. It was broader and stronger than it used to be, and he always sported a five o’clock shadow that made him look like a damn model. Combine that with his dark eyes, darker hair, and the expensive suits that he always seemed to wear, and the man was panty-melting hot.

My undeniable attraction to him was probably the reason I was so susceptible to his demands last night. If anyone else had asked me to do that, I’d have told them to kiss my ass.

The chocolate dildo lay on the bedside table, right by my head. Eyeing it, I couldn’t believe that I sucked it last night. Right in the middle of the restaurant, too, where anyone could have seen me. What was I thinking? It was all because of Grant. He was so damn cool and confident. I would have felt like a prude had I said no.

But more than that, I wanted to please him. Ever since he hired me for his flagship store, I wanted nothing more than to please him. He’d changed so much since high school. If I knew how much he was going to change, I probably would have stayed with him. No, I definitely would have stayed with him.

Too bad Grant has made it crystal clear that he doesn’t give a shit about me. It was so obvious last night that he took great pleasure in humiliating me. In making me follow his every command like some sort of sick puppy. Maybe I shouldn’t have said yes to the job. It was pretty obvious that he will be heavily involved with the new store, which meant I’d have to be around him more often. Was I just setting myself up for disaster?

Not to mention the fact that the new store was adult-themed, which was a nice way of saying it was a sex shop. Why did he pick me? I couldn’t be the best choice for the job. He saw me last night, He must have noticed how much heavier I’d gotten. I’m not exactly a sex symbol these days. What chance did I have of selling sex toys? Candy, I can sell. But sex? I don’t think so.

Sitting up, I reached for the dildo. When I got home last night, I considered giving it a go, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, despite how horny I was. God, that moment in the restaurant. I wondered if he knew how wet I was when I sucked it? He looked almost bored when he watched me. He really had outgrown me.

The dildo was big and thick. It was hard enough to get my lips around it. I wasn’t sure it would even fit when used for its intended purpose. I wondered again who the model for it was. As I sucked it, I couldn’t help but remember Grant’s cock. From memory, it was pretty big, much bigger than a skinny kid like that would usually have. Maybe he was the model for the dildo? I wouldn’t have been surprised. In fact, thinking that was what made me want to suck it in the first place.

With the dildo in hand, I lay back in bed, very aware of what I was wearing. And what I wasn’t wearing. I had on an old, oversized t-shirt and nothing else. I never slept in shorts, and there was no point in wearing panties. It was too hot for that.

Even the shirt was pointless. It was a relic from my ex-boyfriend, the one I left Grant for. He was a jock, with a great body and a face to die for. But he also had a small dick, much smaller than Grant’s ever was. When we used to fuck, I used to wonder what it would have been like to have Grant inside me. We were only in high school when we dated, so I never got to experience it.

Just thinking of that, with the dildo in my hand, with Grant’s thick cock in my hand...

I could feel myself getting wet as I thought about what it would be like if Grant was in the room with me. If it wasn’t a dildo I squeezed, but his throbbing cock.

I ran my hand down to my thighs, feeling the heat emanating from me. I was hot and sticky and wet. All the while, my other hand squeezed down on the chocolate dildo. I moved it up to my mouth, licking the tip and pretending that it was Grant’s. It tasted so good, and I was sure that Grant would taste just as divine.

My legs literally shook with anticipation. The dildo was bigger than anything I’d had before, but I didn’t care. The way I felt, then and there, I knew I could take it.

I slowly moved it down my body, running the wet tip of the dildo over my thighs and around the swollen lips of my pussy. I teased myself, rubbing it against my engorged clit. Each time the dildo touched it, my legs jerked and my body shook. My breathing intensified, getting louder and louder.

My free hand ran underneath my shirt and pinched my hard nipples, first one, then the other. I knew that Grant would love to have my big, heavy breasts in his mouth. I knew he’d love nothing more than to be inside of me.

I could see his dark eyes burning into mine, and I could almost feel his strong hands exploring every inch of my body. His stubble would rasp against my skin when he kissed me. I would run my fingers over the hard lines of his masculine chest, and I would feel his heartbeat racing the way mine was now.

He would start gently, teasing me slowly and sensually. But passion would overwhelm him. All those years that we’d been apart would have filled him with an unquenchable desire to claim me, the way he’d never been able to in high school. More than ten years of waiting had led up to this moment, and he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

I imagined him mounting me. He’d spread my legs open roughly with his knees. His big, hard cock would press against my lips, and I’d urge him to penetrate me. And then he would.

I slid the chocolate dildo deep inside my wet pussy. My lips opened up and swallowed it whole as they sucked around the outside. Deeper and deeper, I pushed it, wanting the entire thing inside of me. When it was as far in as it would go, I slowly slid it out, pressing it against my clit for a moment, before sliding it inside again.

My breathing was deep and heavy. My knees shook uncontrollably. I let out a soft moan, running my free hand over my wet pussy and then sucking on my fingertips. All the while, I slid the dildo in and out. In and out.

As I increased the speed, I felt myself getting close. In and out. In and out. Harder. Faster. I felt it start in my stomach, the fire, the burning. It built in me, spreading out to my legs and arms. Working its way through my entire body. I shook. All of me. I was going to come. I was going to explode. I ran my hand over my clit, pinching it. Rubbing it. Getting myself ready to explode.

Just then my phone rang.

The sound shocked me. I sat up instantly and pulled the dildo from myself. Then, I reached for the phone. My body was a mess. I was like a jack in the box on the precipice of popping. I was going to ignore the call. I was going to finish myself off and then maybe call them back. But then I saw who the caller was.

It was Grant Marcus. I had no choice but to answer.