“A Lycan?”
“And the next Alpha of our clan. He wanted her to stop working at the restaurant, give up the position, and stay at home and raise us. When she refused, he filed for divorce and moved across the country.” She turned in his arms and faced him. She touched his jaw with her fingers, tracing the stubble.
“Frankie, I…”
She pushed up against him and kissed him. She didn’t want his pity. “Men always leave. That’s what my mom said.” She turned away, but he wrapped his arms around him.
“I’m never going to leave you,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to say things you don’t mean.” God, she was tired and finally, she felt sleepy.
“Grant…” she yawned.
“We can just sleep,” he said, as if reading her mind. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here.”
And so she slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Frankie was bored. She stared outside, looking at the fantastic views of Central Park from Grant’s office. There was a pile of books on the table, a laptop computer, and some new magazines, but none of them appealed to her. She looked at Grant, sitting at his desk, talking on the phone and tapping the keys on his computer. Her eyes watched him hungrily. It was strange, but he looked sexy and powerful, like a leader commanding his kingdom from his throne.
The New York Lycans couldn’t spare the extra manpower to guard both her and her family back in Jersey. So, she asked Grant to send one of his security guys to Barnsville, just in case. That meant she either had to stay in The Enclave or follow Grant to the office, so she chose the latter.
If the Fenrir employees were surprised at her appearance, they didn’t show it. She met Jared, who seemed more apprehensive at meeting her, and apologized over the mix-up in Rome. He said he was tired when Grant called, asking him to book an appointment at the boutique for her and schedule a meeting with his lawyer, Ms. Richardson. It was three in the morning and he was woken up so suddenly, and he accidentally switched the names.
Of course, she quickly forgave him, stating she herself had made many mistakes herself before her first cup of coffee in the morning.
It wasn’t even lunchtime and she was already bored. And horny. It was nice sleeping next to Grant, but that was all they had done. She went ten years without ever wanting to sleep with another man, and here she was, craving Grant so bad she could burst. From the boner poking at her ass this morning, she knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want her. She started rubbing up against him, but he quickly rolled over and went to the bathroom. He was probably trying to be sensitive, with what had happened to the restaurant, her near-death experience and the confession from the night before. But, dammit, she wanted him so bad.
“I’m bored,” she called out from the couch. She was laying on it now, her legs kicked up on the arm.
“Sorry, I’m not done yet. We’ll have lunch soon,” he promised, as he picked up the phone again. “Jared, get me Marino’s office.”
Frankie blew a stray hair away from her face and huffed. Grant continued to ignore her, talking on the phone about this or that deal. Whatever.
She looked at the clock again. Only five minutes had passed since she last checked the time. Dammit.
Frankie was done waiting. She was going to take a page from Grant’s book. If Muhammad won’t come to the mountain…
She opened the top three buttons of her black blouse, exposing a generous amount of cleavage and just a bit of her lacy pink bra. Sauntering over to him, she walked slow and graceful like a cat.
“Grant,” she called.
He looked up at her from his computer, his brow raising. “Frankie?”
“I said, I’m bored,” she moved around his desk, swiveling his chair towards her. She slid her skirt up her thighs and straddled his lap. Leaning down, she moved in for a kiss, but she let out a yelp of surprise as his strong hands wrapped around her waist, twisting her around so she was on his lap. His thick erection pressed up at her ass.
“Oooh, Grant,” she squirmed around, grinding on his cock. “You’re hard already.”
“Of course I’m hard,” he gritted his teeth. “I’ve been sporting this hard-on since we woke up.”
“Let’s go back to your house, Grant,” she teased. “I want you inside me.”
“I told you, I’m not done with work yet,” he nipped at her earlobe. “But, if you’re bored, we can stay here on my desk…”
Frankie gasped as his hand snaked between her thighs.
“So wet already…” His fingers teased the front of her damp panties, tracing the seam of her pussy. “Naughty girl…trying to disturb me while I work. I should spank you.”
Her breath hitched at his words, exciting her.
“You like? Maybe later.” His fingers yanked her panties aside, and easily slipped into her wetness. “Maybe I’ll punish you another way.”
“H-h-how?” she gasped as his thumb found her swollen clit.
“Well…” He pushed her up on his desk, bending her over. Grant unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and her panties came next. He lifted her legs so she could step out of her clothes. Excitement filled her, thinking about him fucking her on his desk. But, he had other plans.
Strong hands grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her onto is lap. His cock was swollen and ready, the tip piercing her entrance as she came down on him.
“Grant,” she gasped as he impaled her on his dick. He filled her slowly, dragging his shaft against her, making her shudder. She held onto the desk as she sank down, engulfing him completely.
He finished unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her skin to the cool air. Yanking the cups of her bra down, he cupped her breast with one hand, rolling the hardened nipples between his fingers.
“Is this what you want?”
“Y-yes,” she panted.
“Do you want to come?” He licked at her neck, and then grazed his teeth on the soft skin.
She couldn’t speak, and nodded instead.
“Go, then,” he relaxed back into his chair. “Take what you want.”
Frankie grabbed the edge of the desk to brace herself, and then planted her feet on the ground. Slowly, she raised her ass, moving just until the tip of his cock was inside of her, and then sank back down.
“Fuck, Frankie, you look so good.”
She moved, slowly. Up and down, letting him fill her up and then withdrawing. It took some time, but she adjusted, and soon, she was bouncing on his cock enthusiastically.
His one hand moved between her legs, found her clit and rubbed circles around it. Frankie moaned, and continued to move up and down his shaft.
“Come, baby, come for me,” he encouraged, his fingers moving faster on her clit.
“Grant!” She gripped the table and then sank down on him one last time before her body jerked and shook as her orgasm ripped through her. Her legs were like jelly, and Grant snaked an arm around her waist to steady her. She was still floating back down from her orgasm when Grant stood up, pushed her against the desk, and proceeded to thrust his cock into her.
“Frankie…Frankie…” he moaned over and over again as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. Her wet warmth enveloped him, and he continued to piston into her, encouraged by her filthy words interspersed with moaning. He cried out her name one last time, his strokes becoming uneven as he came undone. Frantically, he drove deep into her and spilled his sticky warmth inside her. She clenched down on him as he pushed her over the edge again, white-hot heat exploding in her veins. Panting, he braced his hands on the desk so as not to crush her. He leaned down, pushed her hair aside and gave her shoulder a playful nip, then licked her down her spine. She laughed and squirmed underneath him, and he withdrew from her.
Helping her up, he twisted her around and captured her mouth in a soul-searing kiss.
“Fuck, that was fantastic,” he said, nibbling at her lips. “I hope you’re bored like this everyda
y.”
“Oh ha ha,” she smirked and pushed him away. “Merda, I’m glad you didn’t rip up my panties this time,” she said as picked up the scrap of pink lace, then slipped it on. She adjusted her bra and started to button up her blouse. She heard a zip and turned around. “Jeeze, Grant, did you just unzip and whip out your dick?”
He sank back down on his chair, a big smile on his face. “I couldn’t wait to get inside you.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her down, making her straddle his lap. “You little minx. ”
“Hmmmm…well maybe I should come to your office more often.”
“Oh, you’ll be coming in this office a lot.”
She squealed when he smacked his palm playfully on her ass. “Why you-”
A frantic knocking interrupted them, and Frankie jumped off his lap in surprise. “Grant!” It was Alynna, and she sounded pissed. “Grant! Frankie! Open this door, now!”
“Shit!” Frankie quickly grabbed her skirt and shimmied into it. She tried to put her hair back into some semblance of order, but it was no use. Sex hair it is.
Frankie walked to the door and opened it. “Alynna, what’s wrong?”
The younger woman burst through the doorway, her husband following behind. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?”
Frankie’s brows knitted. “Are you hurt?” She looked at Alynna from head to toe. The buttons on her blouse weren’t matched up properly and her hair was disheveled. Alynna’s sex hair was rivaling her own. She looked at Alex, who had a look of embarrassment on his face, and his fly was undone.
“Alynna, Alex, what’s the matter?” Grant asked as he stood up from his chair. “Are you…” His eyes widened when he sniffed the air. “Oh my god, why the hell would you barge in here after you’ve had an office quickie?”
“You mean, right after you’ve had an office quickie?” Alynna raised a brow.
Frankie turned as red as a tomato. “How did you…I mean…”
Alynna laughed. “I guess we know what happens when two Alphas have sex near other Lycans. Your pheromones were off the charts and you triggered the whole floor into a sex frenzy!”
“The whole floor?” Grant repeated.
“Yes, the whole floor,” Alynna rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, I had to walk by Cady’s office on the way here and I think I’m gonna be scarred for life. I wish I could erase the memory of what Nick Vrost sounds like mid-orgasm.” She gagged. “This is revenge isn’t it? For all the times you had to know about my sex life, and now you broadcast yours! I had to send poor Jared home, he was crawling up the walls! Good thing Patrick was off duty today!”
“Sorry, I—What?” Grant looked floored. “Jared and…John Patrick?”
Alynna laughed. “Oh yeah, they’ve been going steady for like, weeks. It’s sickeningly cute seeing them canoodling.”
“Going steady? Are you like, twelve?” Frankie asked.
“Well what should I call it? Playing hide the pickle? Waxing each other’s bananas? Locking legs and swapping gravy? Making the-”
“Alright, alright!” Grant waved his hand. “You know lots of sex euphemisms, we get it.”
“And you!” Alynna wagged a finger at Frankie. “You’ve been opening the gates to Mordor for Grant!” Frankie hid her face in her hands.
“I think we’ve embarrassed poor Frankie enough,” Grant slapped his hand on his forehead.
“And you’re not embarrassed?” Frankie put her hands on her hips.
“Of course he’s not,” Alynna interjected. “Look at that smile on his face, he wants everyone to know he got to torpedo the eel into the cave.”
“You guys should go get ready, we have a meeting coming up,” Grant gently took Alynna by the arm and ushered her out his office with Alex and Frankie following them from behind.
“Sorry, Primul,” Alex said, as he took Alynna’s elbow.
“You two really need to be careful next time,” Alynna said in playful manner. “At least, you know, wait until everyone goes home or something, so you don’t blast us all with your super Alpha pheromones. Oh hey!” Alynna looked over at the two people exiting the elevator. One of them quickly dashed away from them, while the other stood there, his gaze trailing towards the retreating figure.
“Liam, sorry…er, we had an emergency,” Grant greeted the Alpha from San Francisco.
Liam Henney turned around, a frown on his face. “What? Oh yeah…no worries, Grant.”
“Lara!” Alynna rushed towards the other figure. “Hold up! Whatever you do, do not go into Cady’s office unless you have some sort of forgetting potion handy!”
The young witch whipped around, her face as red as her hair. “Don’t what? Oh hey Alynna,” she greeted her with a nervous laugh. “I was…uhm…just going to see Cady.”
“Yeah…uhm, about that,” she linked her arm around Lara’s. “Why don’t you step into my office first. Jeez, are you ok? You seem flushed. And what happened to your lipstick…” Alynna happily chatted away, leading her from Cady’s door.
“I should go and help distract Lara, while Cady and Nick…er…yeah” Alex trailed off. He gave Liam a cordial nod and followed his wife.
“Liam Henney, right?” Frankie greeted the taller man. “Francesca Muccino, New Jersey Alpha.”
“I remember you,” the San Francisco Alpha’s blue eyes twinkled in recognition and shook her outstretched hand. “The night of Alynna’s ball.”
Frankie laughed. “Yes, that night.”
“The look on the brainless brigade’s faces were priceless when you showed up,” Liam quipped.
“Brainless brigade, huh? That’s accurate. Yeah well, I couldn’t stand there and let them insult Alynna and her mom,” Frankie chuckled. “And it was a lot of fun too!”
Grant cleared his throat. “Well, Liam, sorry to delay our meeting. But, why don’t you come into my office and we can start? I’m sure Alynna will join us in a few minutes.”
“I’m gonna go…powder my nose,” Frankie said. “Join me for lunch at the restaurant downstairs?”
“We all will,” Grant said. To her surprise, he pulled her close and planted a kiss on her lips. “See you then.”
Frankie watched them disappear into his office and shook her head as she walked to the elevators. If Liam Henney was surprised at the public display of affection, he didn’t say anything. Besides, he didn’t have any room to criticize her, seeing as he was sporting a bit of red on his collar that looked suspiciously like lipstick.
***
Frankie spent the weekend in Manhattan with Grant, barely leaving The Enclave. She was in contact with her brothers and Nonna Gianna, who assured her all was fine and they were sorting out the paperwork, as well as looking at what it would cost to get the restaurant cleaned up. She tried not to think about the hard decisions that would be coming in the next weeks, but Grant proved to be a good distraction, at least for the weekend.
The following Monday Frankie went to Fenrir with Grant again, seeing as she didn’t want to be cooped up in his apartment the whole day. Also, Grant told her that they would start looking into who attacked her, and he wanted her to meet with his team so they could put their heads together.
“Morning, Jared,” she greeted as she stepped out of the elevator. “Grant will be up in a bit, he had to pass by the 33rd floor.”
The normally confident-looking young Lycan man looked deflated today. Fear and apprehension rolled of him.
“Are you ok, Jared?”
“Huh? Oh, yes, Lupa, I’m fine,” his eyes looked sad.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Sorry, Jared, that’s not going to work with me. My Italian mother senses are tingling.”
“Well,” Jared looked at his shoes. “Alynna…I mean, Mrs. Westbrooke, she told me that she had to tell the Alpha about me and John yesterday.”
“So? Are you ashamed of him?”
“No!” Jared protested. “Not at all, but it’s…the Alpha doesn’t know about us. I’m afraid
he might not approve.”
Same sex relations weren’t forbidden in Lycan society, but many frowned upon them. It was already difficult to produce Lycan children, even with modern technology and IVF. Some saw the lack of the ability to procreate between homosexual Lycan couples as a loss to their kind.
Frankie’s eyes blazed. “What? You’re crazy, Jared! Grant doesn’t care about that!” She walked over behind his desk and put her hands on his shoulders. “And if he does say something bad, you can bet I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind!”
“Who are you going to give a piece of your mind?” Grant asked, as he approached them.
“Grant,” she let go of Jared and walked over to him. “Do you care about who Jared dates?”
Grant frowned. “Of course I do.”
“What?” Frankie put her hands on her hips.
“I mean, I know Patrick’s a good guy, but does he make you happy, Jared?”
Jared nodded. “Yes, Primul.”
“Then I care about that,” Grant shrugged. “Now, will you make sure I get those status reports from Amata on my desk before end of day?”
Jared’s face perked up. “Yes, Primul, I will.”
“Good,” Grant took Frankie by the elbow. “I’ll be in my office.”
As soon as the door closed, Frankie put her hand on Grant’s chest. “Grant Horace Anderson.”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh my god, you’ve been spending too much time with my sister. You two get on like a house on fire.”
“Aw, you’re such a softie!” she hugged him. “You know, Jared was a wreck when I came in. He really thought you wouldn’t approve.”
“Why?” Grant frowned. “He should be with whoever makes him happy, right?”
She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
“Uh-uh,” she pushed him away playfully. “No stuffin’ the muffin at the office.” Frankie bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. She reminded herself to text Alynna that one.
Grant groaned. “Fine, then stop distracting me and let me work.”
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