by Dale Cadeau
Grant pushed his now-hardened cock back into her until she moaned as he lowered his head, nipping at her neck.
“Do you really want to leave? I think we probably have the place for the whole night.” Grant raised his lust-filled eyes to hers.
“Grant.” Charlie ran a hand up his arm and over his shoulder, feeling his muscles tighten under her touch. Moving her legs from around his waist, she could feel their mixed juices run down her ass and onto the bed.
“I think it’s time that I clean up. While I would love nothing better than to get lost in your arms again. I want it in my bed. I don’t want to wake up in the morning greeting Lance’s staff as they stare down at me.”
“Well I don’t think I would like that either.” Grant gently moved his legs and laid Charlie back on the bed, still connected to her. Taking his hands from around her back, he brushed her cheek with one of his fingers.
“Let’s go, your bed awaits.” Grant put both his hands down on the bed, on either side of her head, kissed the tip of her nose, and pushed himself up, groaning as his cock separated from her warmth.
Laying some of his weight back down on her, he looked at her, smiling. “You sure? I think we have time.” Leaning down, he kissed her with renewed passion building up inside of him again.
When he let Charlie up for air, she could feel his rigid cock pressing against her belly.
Reaching a hand between them, she took his cock in her hand and gave it a squeeze. Feeling it jump, she rubbed her thumb over its head. “My bed next time,” she said, giving it another squeeze.
“Okay, don’t tease me.” Grant shuddered as he pushed back up, dislodging her hand.
“Let’s get dressed, check out with Lance, and hurry to your place.”
Grant swung his legs off the bed, sitting up, and put a hand out to help Charlie sit beside him.
Charlie stood on shaky legs. It was tempting to just jump back in the bed and to hell with the morning. But she knew that she couldn’t handle the embarrassment if anyone saw her like this and asked questions.
“I’ll just go to the changing room and change clothes. Well, put some on,” Charlie said, looking down at her naked body as she picked up her corset and torn panties.
Grant look around at his shredded clothes laying around the bed. “Did anyone think to bring me any clothes?”
“Sorry, I didn’t think of it. Everything was set up so fast that I don’t think the guys thought of it either.” Charlie bit her lip and tried not to smile at a disgruntled Grant.
“I can go and ask Lance after I’m dressed,” Charlie offered.
“No, I’m not asking any favors of him until I forget his part in this.” Grant grunted as he picked up what was left of his clothes.
“I thought you weren’t mad.”
“I’m not, not really, but I’m not letting them know that. They don’t get a pass from their part in this so easy. No, I might be just the computer guy, but what they don’t know is that I can make their life hell using a computer.”
“That’s not nice, Grant. They were just trying to help,” Charlie told him as she watched him stand up and grab the sheet off the bed, double it over, and wrap it around his hips.
“Too bad, I didn’t embarrass them in a crowded bar. I didn’t cut their clothes off. No, they have it coming. I just don’t know what yet, but I’ll think of something.” Grant sat back down and pulled his boots on.
Charlie led the way to the dressing room with Grant holding his sheet in place, following her. He made quite the picture with his boots on, shoulder muscles gleaming with a sheen of sweat from their lovemaking, holding the sheet tightly so it didn’t slip.
Charlie would not trade these memories that she and Grant had made tonight for anything. She knew with Grant and all the cohorts of Braden Security that her life would be almost perfect, if not sedate.
Smiling, she held the door to the changing room open for Grant and followed the tightest ass into the room that she had ever seen. Licking her lips, Charlie reconsidered, maybe she had been too hasty. Nobody would see them in this room.
Closing the door, she looked at Grant with a wicked gleam shinning in her gray eyes as she looked over his magnificent body. The sheet didn’t lessen the temptation his body made for her, she wanted to rip it off, uncover what she knew it hid.
“I’ve reconsidered,” Charlie told him as the door snapped shut. “I don’t think I can wait a second more to have you again.”
“Are you sure?” Grant asked with his own wicked look. “You don’t have to rush. You have me for a lifetime.”
“I do, do I? Well I’m going to hold you to that promise, Grant. But first, I want to see that body again that’s captured my attention.”
Grant raised an eyebrow. “So you love my body, do you?”
“I love all of you,” Charlie said, exasperated. “Now drop that sheet!”
Grant smiled and did as requested. “I love you, Charlie. You’ve certainly captured my heart.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dale was brought up in Port Severn, Ontario in the Georgian Bay area. The area was and still is barely a dot on the map and did not have the conveniences like a big city. One thing lacking was television stations. With only one station you had to learn to read early in life to ward off boredom. Her mother, an avid reader of a good romance, passed on to her the love of good books. Many years later and now living close to the city of Toronto, with all kinds of TV stations that still have nothing on, she still spends her time reading (when not working at her other day job) and has accumulated a huge collection of paperback books. The best thing for her was when e-books came on the market, now her Kindle stores the numerous books she reads each week. Married with one daughter who also writes in this genre under the pen name Jade Belfrey, she lives with her husband and two very spoiled chihuahuas.
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