Love, Your Concierge

by Jessica Ingro

  Breaking the kiss, I begged, “I want you to make love to me, Grant. I need you so bad.”

  He groaned in my ear as he rocked me against his massive erection. His lips worked magic on the skin of my neck, which only served to increase my need for him.

  “I’ve missed you. I’ve fantasized about your touch and dreamed about your smell. I’ve ached to see you smile up at me while I move inside you. Don’t ever push me away again,” he murmured against my skin.

  “Please,” I begged when he continued to torture me with his grinding.

  “Say it. Say you’ll never push me away again. I need to hear it.”

  Oh God. Could I promise that? I wanted to, but there was still so much we needed to talk about.

  “Say it.” Behind his words was so much emotion that it sounded like they were being torn from him.

  “I won’t push you away. Ever,” I whispered and looked up into his eyes. I watched as they grew darker and a peace settled over the masculine features of his face.

  At that point, everything became a blur. We had far too much pent up sexual frustration from not being together for so long. The charged air between us was explosive.

  He tore my yoga pants down, exposing only my pussy, while my hands pushed his lounge pants down enough to free him. And that was when he slammed into me. My body jolted, and a shout escaped my lips.

  We moved together in unison. My hips rocked as best they could around the confines of my pants to meet each one of his thrusts. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close to me. Our mouths hovered over each other as we panted and our eyes stayed locked with each other.

  “You’re so big,” I breathed.

  I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel. And I felt every inch of him – on me and in me. The way he made love to me was hungry, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

  “I want you to scream my name when you come,” he demanded when my body started stiffening and my pussy began to flutter with my impending orgasm.

  Grant grabbed my hips and adjusted his angle so that he was going deeper, hitting a part of me I never even knew existed. With each caress of that special place, I felt it coming. I’d never felt this before. It was a huge sensation that was overtaking every fiber of my being. I could feel our connection growing wetter and wetter. I was coming out of my skin. The moans and shouts that left my mouth would have normally had me feeling self-conscious, but I didn’t care. There was no controlling my reaction to him in that moment.

  “Oh, Grant,” I screamed on a moan when it washed over me. He grinned triumphantly as he pounded into me harder, searching out his own release. I could feel his biceps flexing and the muscles in his back shifting powerfully with every thrust.

  “I need to pull out,” he gritted out past clenched teeth.

  He quickly did so and continued to pump himself while I watched in fascination. “Drop to your knees and open your mouth,” he commanded, and my body immediately did as it was told. And when he came, he whispered my name right before his head flew back, and he shook with his release. He came in thick bursts that landed in my mouth and on my cheek.

  I had never felt so dirty before. It was exhilarating.

  When he finished, he helped me up and led me to the master bathroom where I cleaned up.

  Walking into Grant’s room, I found him naked in bed. I shucked my clothes and joined him in his massive bed. He pulled me into his arms and traced random patterns on my hip while my cheek rested on his chest, and my arm was slung over his stomach.

  “We need to talk,” I eventually said into the silence. I didn’t really want to break this wonderful moment, especially with the way my body was completely sated, but we needed to clear some things up and decide where to go from here.

  “I’m sorry about the lack of a condom,” he said in answer and tightened his hold on me. “I assure you I’m clean and get tested regularly. Are you on birth control?”

  “No. It made me sick so I can’t take it.” I suddenly felt edgy and freaked out. I was so in the moment before that I didn’t think of that repercussion. I hoped he didn’t think I planned any of this.

  “We’ll wait and see what happens. This was my fault. I should have taken the time. I’m truly very sorry to put you in that position.”

  “It’s okay. You’re right. We’ll see what happens. But that isn’t all I wanted to talk about.” The panicked feeling inside me remained, but I was trying to be reasonable that the chances I would get pregnant weren’t that great. It was pretty early in my cycle.

  “What else did you want to talk about?”

  “The women,” I said and felt his body tense up under mine. His fingers stopped moving, and I swear even his heart stopped beating.

  “What about them?” He eventually gritted out.

  “Are there any others?”

  “No,” he answered quickly and resolutely.

  “Since when?” I needed to know if he would lie to me about the woman Maya saw him with. Was I testing him? Probably. Should I be ashamed of myself for it? Probably. That wasn’t going to stop me though.

  “Since the Waldorf.”

  It was my turn to tense. His fingers bit into my hip when I did, like he was bracing for me to try to run.

  “Maya saw you,” I whispered. I couldn’t force my voice to go any higher.

  “Saw me where? I’m telling you I haven’t been with anyone since we first slept together.”

  “Leaving some woman’s apartment by Central Park. She said the woman kissed you.”

  His fingers gripped my chin, and he pulled my face up to look into his. “That was my sister-in-law, Gabriela. You can rest assured I was not slipping out of her home after a night of sex. I was dropping off papers to my brother regarding some of my grandfather’s estate. Unfortunately, he stays involved in the money end of things.”

  My body relaxed at his words. He wasn’t with another woman. And that made me feel so much better. There was still something else weighing on my mind though.

  “What about the flowers? You acted like they should have been a non-issue. I’ve ordered them for you before. I know you send them after spending a night with random women.”

  He sighed and released my face. His free hand scrubbed down his face in what appeared to be frustration. “I didn’t sleep with all those women, alright. Early on the press dubbed me a womanizer and a playboy. My parents hated it. They said I was making a bad name for the family. I started playing on that image to piss them off. Now it’s just kind of expected. I thank them for taking time out of their lives to attend some boring function or to just go out and be photographed with me. It’s the least I can do seeing as how I don’t sleep with them, when everyone thinks that I do.”

  “Really?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was as if he was too good to be true. And you know the saying, if it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

  No. I refused to think the worst. I needed to believe in us. This was the most alive I had ever been. Grant made me want things I had never dreamed of. When I wasn’t with him, I severely missed him. When we were together, I felt like all my pieces clicked into place.

  “Really. Elizabeth, you are the only person I have let see who I really am since I was twenty-two years old. Please believe that. You’re precious to me.”

  I buried my head in his chest and breathed deep to control the emotions bubbling up inside me.

  Now for the tough question. “Can we really make this work? You are my client after all. I could switch things around and maybe Maya could take you on.” My mind started spinning with ways I could balance out Maya’s workload to include Grant as well.

  “I don’t want Maya. I want you. It doesn’t matter to me if you work for me. Most of your direction comes from Madison anyway.” Grant took a huge breath and continued. “Look, I want to be frank with you about this. I have no idea what I’m doing. I haven’t wanted to try this with someone in a really long time. Let’s just take this one day at a
time and worry about the what ifs as we encounter them.”

  I had to admit that sounded like a good idea, but it also felt like I’d be flying by the seat of my pants, which was something I loathe to do.

  “Now if that’s behind us, I want to get a taste of you seeing as how we rushed the first time.” He rolled me to my back, and his tongue ran down my chest and circled a breast.

  “Okay,” I breathed and decided flying by the seat of my pants wasn’t so bad after all.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Bend Over

  Warm, heavy arms tightened around my body and pulled me further into their embrace. Grant nuzzled the back of my neck, and I smiled.

  I was sublimely happy.

  It had only been a night of us being together, but I had a good feeling about it. Sometimes you just know it’s right. And I knew it down to my very bones, so I was choosing to be optimistic about our future. I felt a lot better after having talked to Grant last night about the flowers and the women. Yet again he showed me that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

  His womanizing seemed to be so clear on the surface, but I should have known by how sweet and caring he was with me the night of the gala that he would never treat me with malice. I should have listened to Maya and just talked to him. Instead, I let my pride and stubbornness get in the way. And we lost months of being with each other because of it.

  “Good morning,” his deep voice rumbled in my ear and made my whole body ache with need for him.

  “Morning,” I whispered back, enjoying his now roaming hands on my bare skin. That was something else I never knew I could enjoy until Grant, sleeping nude. Especially with someone else.

  My heart started racing when his mouth joined his hands. Man he was talented.

  “What time is it?” I asked breathlessly. Grant ignored me, however, and continued sweetly torturing me. “Grant, what time is it?”

  I tried to turn my head towards his alarm clock, but his body blocked my view. I pushed on his shoulder, and he stopped his ministrations and looked down on me.

  “You seriously want to know what time it is right now? I was just about to go down on you.” He gave me a really cute look of disbelief, and if this weren’t actually important, I would have caved immediately. Because I definitely wanted him to go down on me.

  “I have work to do today, so yeah I need to know.”

  He looked over his shoulder, gifting me with a gorgeous view of the longish, curly pieces of hair at the back of his head that were no longer smoothed down. They were so damn cute. I just wanted to run my fingers through them. I loved his hair.

  “It’s ten fifteen.” He turned back to me, and his head began to descend, but abruptly stopped when my hand covered his mouth and pushed his head away.

  “I have to go.” I rolled out from underneath him and went in search of my clothing.

  Grant lay gloriously naked on his side with his head in his hand, watching me while I raced around. “What are you so worked up over? It’s Sunday, Elizabeth. You can’t possibly work on Sundays. And if you do, that’s going to have to change.”

  I placed my hand on my cocked hip. “Um, what? You honestly think I’m going to rearrange my schedule just because you said so? Oh no. I don’t think so. This isn’t starting off on the right foot if you are going to throw out that ultimatum.”

  “Whoa. Settle down. I just meant that Sundays are my only real day for down time and I want to make sure I get to spend them with you. You are awfully defensive all the time. We’re going to have to work on that.” He held his hands up in a placating gesture.

  “Whatever,” I huffed, losing my fight. “Sorry, I don’t like it when men try to tell me what to do. I’m perfectly capable of running my life.”

  “That’s the last thing I want to do. Now why are you leaving this nice warm bed, where you have a nice willing man waiting?” He gestured down at his erection, and my vagina quivered at the sight of it – so long and proud.

  “I have to do all the work that got postponed yesterday due to my wonderful surprise spa day. Otherwise I’ll be way behind this week.”

  He stood up and walked towards me, completely comfortable in his own skin. Even naked he had a powerful stride that made you take notice. Of course, I again took notice of the rather large appendage he was sporting between his legs.

  He took the clothes from my hands and tossed them on the bed, before setting his hands on my shoulders. “You need to get cleaned. I need to get cleaned. Why don’t we take a shower together? I’ll even give you a pair of my boxers to wear. Then you can go to work, but I want to end the day with you in my bed.”

  That thought elicited a full body shiver from me. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled our bodies flush with each other. “You would?” I asked timidly. I never thought Grant Morgan would want me, let alone for more than one day.

  “You have no idea how much I care for you, do you? I need you, Elizabeth. You’re a breath of fresh air in this closed off world I live in filled with vultures looking to strike at any sign of weakness.” His face was hard as he described his world. I had a feeling there was an underlying reason as to why Grant did and said the things he did.

  “Wow,” I breathed. I had no idea Grant’s life was so complicated. “Will you tell me about it sometime?”

  His face closed down and he gave me a smirk, “There’s nothing to tell. It’s the way of the world. Does this mean you agree to the shower and to coming back later?”

  “Yes.”

  A shout of surprise came from me as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. “Let’s get going then.”

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  These clothes were hideous. I sat back on my knees and surveyed the rows of clothing and shoes around the walk-in closet. This was going to be interesting.

  “Where did you say you got most of your outfits from?” I called out as Debi Frazier, my eccentric client, walked into the closet wearing nothing but a bra and panties.

  “My friend Elle took me shopping. Why? Aren’t they good?” She looked genuinely upset by that thought.

  I was asked to help her organize her closet thanks to her newer purchases not having a place amongst her old clothes. But these things were not wearable. At least, not in my opinion. She didn’t even know how to style herself in half of it. The first shirt she showed me, she wasn’t even sure which hole was for her arms and which was for her head.

  Debi had recently lost thirty pounds and decided she earned a new wardrobe. How was I going to break it to her that I wouldn’t be caught wearing most of this stuff even if you paid me to?

  “They’re different. Like this sweater. It has a lot of sequins on it.” I cringed looking at the monstrosity. “Maybe if you paired it with black jeans and knee high boots that would tone it down a bit.”

  I pulled a pair of jeans off the hanger and held them out in front of a pair of boots. “You could try them on and see,” I suggested.

  “Nah. I’m comfortable right now. Let’s just put together some outfits and maybe I’ll try them on later.” See… eccentric. She had been mostly naked since I got here two hours ago. That was just odd. Then again, most things about her were strange. She married a bizarre millionaire three times her age and inherited his money when he died. I think his odd habits might have rubbed off on her. “Anything that’s in a bigger size you can box up to get donated.”

  Debi sat down on the chaise in the corner and crossed her legs as if it was perfectly normal to lounge in her undergarments. “So, what’s new with you Elizabeth?

  “Nothing really.” I chose to be evasive.

  “Well, I heard from Elle that she saw you at the Save the Music gala with one very tasty Grant Morgan. Is that true?”

  I guess she was going straight for the gold today. No beating around the bush for her.

  “Yes, it is true. He and I are seeing each other.” I decided that even though it was Monday, and our relationship was only like two days old, I could probably star
t letting people know.

  “No shit. I can’t believe it. I’ve known Grant for years and he’s never been the settling down type. Of course, most of his women weren’t half as lovely as you dear. How did you two meet?”

  Gee. Thanks for making me feel so worthy, I thought sarcastically.

  “He’s my client.” I mentally cringed when I heard myself say it, especially given the look that crossed her face before she hid it. I probably should have lied, but the truth always came so easily to me. I wasn’t used to having to hide things.

  “Elizabeth, you know I like you, but you do realize how that sounds right? What are you going to do when other male clients ask you crude things like ‘Is that the kind of service you offer all your clients?’ or ‘How much extra for a more personal touch?’ I mean I just thought of those off the top of my head and I’m not looking to be hurtful or judgmental.”

  I had never thought of it that way. Of course, my personal life couldn’t remain personal. That’s why I should have known better than to start this thing in the first place. Now that I was in it though, I couldn’t back away. I had to face the haters head on because even though I had yet to admit it to him, I did love Grant. I knew it was rather quick, but I had been fighting these feelings for months now. “I appreciate your concern, Debi. However, if a client doesn’t value the services that I provide them and feels the need to be crass and just a plain ass, then I don’t need them as a client.”

  She did a slow clap that was slightly condescending although I’m sure she didn’t mean it to be. “Good for you, dear. I hope it all works out.”

  Then she got up and left me to finish sorting through her hideous clothing. And while I did, I refused to let my mind taunt me with the idea of losing business over this.

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  My phone ringing had me digging through my bag on the way to the subway tunnel. “Hello.”