by Tia Siren
“Well, I got all the infos. Wanna hear?”
“Infos, huh?” I asked, grinning. “Go ahead.”
“He said that Daddy dearest took the project from them. Haven’t been looking up cat video evidence on the internet for days. Says he’s been all sneaky and secretive, and that he’s been gunning for the J.E. department of douchenozzles to have more money to spend looking up shit on the interwebs.”
“Douchenozzles, huh?” I asked.
“Are you listening?” she asked.
“With both ears, beautiful.”
“Good, because this is primo shit.”
I had heard everything Dylan had told her, so I knew what she was getting at. Even with what had just happened, seeing her smile and giggle warmed my chest. I reached over and took her hand, tracing circles on her skin. She looked down at out hands with a loving gaze before she looked over at me.
“Thank you for following me, Grant.”
“Had it been any other junior executive, it would’ve been fine. You know that right? I saw the way Dylan looked at you the first time he saw you. I knew he would pull something.”
“I’m sorry, Grant.”
I could hear the tears in her voice. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it, trying desperately to calm her down as I sped closer and closer to my house. I wanted to gather her in my arms and hold her. I wanted to take a hot shower with her and help her clean herself up. I wanted to hold her close to me just so she knew she was safe. Her body was trembling with residual fear as the situation slowly dawned on her, and I pulled up into the driveway of my home just as her breathing sped up.
“It’s all right,” I said. “You’re safe now. Look in front of you.”
I watched her pan her gaze before her eyes widened in shock. To most people, it was a massive home, but for me and the salary I pulled, it was modest at best. The three-story house had a wrap-around porch on both of the above-ground levels and columns that stretched all the way around the house. It had six bedrooms and six full baths with a full functioning basement that could serve as a one-bedroom apartment. The house was completely white, except for the shutters, which I’d painted dark green a few years back. The massive oak trees that peppered the fifty acres shaded it from the harsh Louisiana sun, and I watched as Crissy’s face slowly panned back to mine.
“Holy shit, this is where you live?”
“It is,” I said, smiling. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”
I was worried about the information I was piecing together, but I let it fall to the back of my mind. Right now, Crissy and getting her better were my main priorities. I helped her up the porch steps before I unlocked the door, and her jaw continued to gape as we walked toward the stairs. I was putting her in my room for the night so I could make sure she didn’t choke on her own vomit in her sleep. But by the time we got to the staircase, she was no longer able to walk herself.
“I’m sorry,” she said as I picked her up in my arms.
“No need. Let’s get you to bed.”
I walked her up the steps as she curled into me. She wreaked of alcohol and vomit, but I could tell by the steadying of her breath that she was already falling asleep. The shower would have to wait until tomorrow. What she really needed was to put this night behind her.
I laid her down on my California-king-sized mattress and slowly undressed her. I peeled off her heels and massaged her feet. I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down her legs. I reached underneath her shirt and undid her bra, sliding it down her arms and leaving her in nothing but her shirt and panties. I wanted her to be comfortable when she slept so she could sleep as long as necessary. Then I laid her clothes over the back of a chair before I stepped out of mine.
She looked so peaceful in the moonlight streaming through my window. I rid myself of my shirt and jeans, slipping in next to her in nothing but my boxers. The soft sounds of her snoring filled my ears, spreading a smile across my face as I pulled her body closer to mine. I wrapped my arms around her as she wiggled closer into me, and I fell asleep with my face buried in the soft tendrils of her hair.
I woke up that morning with the sun streaming through the window. I peeled myself away from Crissy and went to go get her some water and aspirin, and by the time I came back, she was stretching. Her arms and legs were pulled taut, her jaw dropping in a massive yawn before I saw her wince. Her head was probably pounding, and she grabbed it and groaned as I stood in the doorway grinning.
“I take it you could use these.”
She slowly turned her squinted eyes toward me, and even with them being half open, I could see her eyes raking up and down my body. How I wanted to take her right now, to show her how a real, confident man treated his woman. I wanted to slosh her skin in my saliva as I kissed and nipped at every inch of her, slowly drawing the blood pounding in her head all the way down so it could throb in her pussy.
“Thanks,” she said as her eyes met mine.
I climbed back into bed and handed her everything, and she threw back the medicine before chugging the water. She had the sheet pulled up her body, no doubt still reeling from what had happened last night. The first thing on my agenda Monday morning was firing that son of a bitch, but the thought slowly fled my mind when I watched Crissy get to her knees.
“You know, I’m feeling a bit better,” she said.
“That’s good. That aspirin and water will help.”
I watched her release the sheet as it dropped to the bed, revealing her naked body. Her tits were standing at full mast, the barbells beckoning to my tongue as her skin flushed underneath my gaze. My eyes raked back up to her, and I could’ve sworn I saw a hint of self-consciousness behind her eyes. It was the first time Crissy every really seemed vulnerable to me, and for a split second, I expected her to cower away.
But instead, she scooted toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Kiss me, Grant,” she whispered. “Don’t let him be the last man that touches me.”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my lap. My cock was rising underneath her warmth as her forehead descended onto mine. Her nose nuzzled me, sending chills down my arms as she genuinely smiled. This was a side of Crissy I’d never seen before. A vulnerable side that wasn’t sure what to do.
Little did she know that all she needed to do was lean back.
Chapter 30
Crissy
Grant slowly twisted me around and settled my back on the sheets. His lips grazed mine, causing me to dart my tongue out to try to capture him. He smiled at me, his eyes dancing softly between mine before his lips finally descended into my neck. His scruff felt wonderful against my skin, causing my entire body to shiver as his light kisses peppered my neck.
“Oh, Grant,” I moaned.
His body slid down mine, tossing my legs over his shoulders before his tongue devoured my pussy. His tongue dove into my soaking wet depths, lapping thick stripes up my slit before his tongue assaulted my clit. His arms held me in place, pulling me closer to him as my hands flew to his hair. I rolled my hips steadily into his face, grinding down onto him as I reveled in how he made me feel.
The way a real man was supposed to make a woman feel.
Before I knew it, my body was pouring juices onto his face. My legs were shaking, and my abs were contracting with my orgasm, but his tongue simply continued working me between my legs. He flattened out along my clit, tasting every part of my pussy at once as his scruff grazed the insides of my thighs. It was all too much, and soon, I was thrown over the precipice again with Grant’s name falling from my lips.
“Fuck. I’m coming. Yes, Grant. Yes. Just like that.”
He slurped me down as my body trembled on his bed. Then I felt him rear up onto his heels. His eyes raked up and down my body, taking me in before he pulled my hips to his. The head of his cock teased my entrance before he slid in. Then he dropped his hands beside my head and captured my lips in a kiss.
“Take me, Grant,” I whispered.<
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His hips set an astounding pace. My lips puckered with his assault as his cock filled me to the brim. His hips snapped against mine, and my pussy clamped down onto him. My fingertips flew to his back before they dug into the meat of his muscles. I raised my face to him, pulling his lower lip between my teeth as a growl fell from his lips. But then he reared up, his cock hitting all the right places as he tossed my legs over his shoulders again.
“Come for me, Crissy. Squeeze that cock.”
His words rang heavily in my head as my pussy let go again. My juices dripped down my ass crack, soaking the bed beneath me as stars burst behind my eyes. It was hard to catch my breath, it felt so good. My hands grabbed my tits, massaging them and playing with the barbells before Grant removed them from my body. He pinned my hands above my head, my legs slipping from his shoulders as his dick stayed buried deep within me. I could feel it pulsing against my walls, threatening to spill forth as Grant’s gaze held mine.
“You’re mine. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mr. Jacobs.”
“The lesson you learned last night was that no man could ever treat you with the same respect and dedication I can. Men don’t see you the way I see you. They can’t treat you the way I can. Some men are just trouble, and I’ll do everything I can to protect you from that.”
Every single word ricocheted off the corners of my mind. His eyes held mine as his cock grew thicker and thicker in my pussy, and I felt my heart flutter at his words. A string of phrases flew through my head, each of them appropriate rebuttals for what he’d just told me. But there was one that stuck out from among the rest. One that almost slipped from my lips.
“Grant, I…”
His heated eyes searched mine as I trailed off. I had almost told him I loved him. I was about to tell my boss that I’d fallen in love with him. Holy fuck, what was wrong with me? What was happening right now?
“Finish that statement,” he said.
I swallowed hard before I planted my heels into the mattress. I knew it was true. I knew I’d fallen in love with Grant Jacobs. I also knew it would never work. Not with him being my boss, not with our age difference, and certainly not with him being my father’s best friend. I knew we didn’t expect this to turn into anything, and I didn’t know when it changed for me, but just admitting it to myself meant I could never go back.
I could never come back from loving him, and I could never settle for anything less than him.
“Finish it,” he commanded.
“Grant, I want you to make me come again.”
His gaze faltered. For a split second, something flashed across his eyes. I was too drunk off my orgasms to decipher it, and the moment he pulled his hips back and buried into me, my back arched into him. He felt so good. Electricity was coursing through my veins. His lips dipped down to wrap around my nipples, pulling at the barbells as his cock infiltrated my body. I writhed underneath him as he kept me pinned to the bed, my body fully at his mercy as he slammed deep within my warmth.
I trusted the whole of myself to him, and I allowed myself to be swept away by his powerful current.
He delivered thrust after thrust, his lips moaning around my tits. My legs wrapped around him, and my body shook underneath him, and I felt my orgasm slowly begin to build. He picked up his pace, wanting to milk my body for all it was worth. His cock twitched inside me as his hips stuttered, his body fighting between the demand I’d made and the pleasure it so desperately sought.
“Come with me, Crissy.”
I pushed my head back into the pillow and arched my tits into his face. He buried his face in them, licking and sucking and biting while my pussy held him in its grip. I clamped down onto his body and didn’t let go. My legs drew him closer and closer as my pussy pulled his cock deeper and deeper. I felt him groaning into my skin, his knees raking across the sheets in a desperate attempt to gain leverage. He stilled inside me, his body collapsing onto mine, and he released my wrists slowly as his hands trailed down my body.
I shook with the aftershocks of my orgasm as my pussy pushed him free, his come dripping from between my legs as he showered my sweating skin in kisses.
I couldn’t tell him how I felt. I couldn’t because we both knew this had a termination date. I didn’t know when it would end, and I knew my feelings would make it hurt so much worse, but I’d rather experience him now while I could rather than waste it on some frivolous notion of love that couldn’t exist.
Not really anyway.
I felt his breathing even out, and I took the time to slowly slide out from underneath him. If I wasn’t hungry before, I sure as hell was now. So I slid off the bed and grabbed his shirt. I slipped it over my head, ignoring the fluids sticking to my thighs, and grabbed my phone before I set off to find his kitchen. Something greasy would cure the last vestiges of my hangover, so when I finally found the kitchen, I began to cook.
Cheese grits and scrambled eggs with tomatoes and onions. Crispy bacon and toast with butter and jam. I sat everything out onto the table as I brewed a cup of coffee, and just as Grant emerged from the hallway, I was flipping pancakes in a pan while slowly heating up the molasses syrup.
“What the hell’s all this?” he asked.
“Breakfast,” I said. “Sit.”
“You made all this?” he asked.
“I’m not completely useless,” I said, grinning.
“I never thought you were.”
I slid the pancakes onto a plate before I grabbed the warmed molasses. I met his gaze, his eyes never leaving mine, and once again, I felt like I was underneath that microscope. I felt like his intense gaze was reading everything going on in my head, and I wondered if he could see how I felt. If he could see how my heart lurched out for him, trying to gain hold of his as I stood there with plates of food in my hand.
“Here, let me help,” he said.
We sat down for a leisurely breakfast while the birds chirped outside. We talked a bit about the coming work week and plans he had with the information he’d found, but mostly it was just the two of us existing with one another. It was comfortable and safe. Familiar, yet new. I didn’t really know how to describe it other than unabashedly wonderful, and I was sad when Grant put down his fork.
“That was a fabulous breakfast,” he said. “I had no idea you knew how to cook.”
“Eh, I’ve got a few talents,” I said, winking.
Just then, my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. I sighed and got up, opening the text message I had from my sister. She was asking me about where I was, telling me Dad was worried.
“Picked a fine time to start caring,” I said.
“What?” Grant asked.
“Nothing.”
I got lucky last night, Sissy. I’ll be home soon.
I sent the message to her before I sighed heavily. I didn’t want to cut my time short with Grant. I wanted to stay with him the entire day. I wanted to just lie in his arms and listen to the sounds of the South serenade us to sleep. I felt like I could sleep all day, but I knew I had to get home. I didn’t want anyone getting suspicious, especially if Dylan had the balls to go over to the house and ask if I’d gotten home all right.
I got showered and dressed, and Grant took me back to my car. I wanted to throw my arms around him and never let him go. I wanted to kiss him one last time before I had to go home. I wanted to do all these things, and yet I couldn’t. That was the nature of our relationship, and that was why I couldn’t tell him how I felt.
I couldn’t ever tell him I’d fallen in love with him.
I drove back to my house and tried to sneak back upstairs. My father was there to intercept me, which already made me annoyed. But when he started in on his lecture, I was trying to hold back my sarcastic laughter.
“Where were you last night?” he asked.
“On a date,” I said.
“I know. With Dylan? I heard it from one of the guys on the team.”
“Nice to know they oddly call you on the wee
kends to chat,” I said.
“Crissy, you’ve been doing so well,” he said. “Grant even says so. Don’t ruin it with your frolicking around the office.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Crissy, don’t address your father that way,” Mel said.
“This isn’t a conversation that concerns you,” I said.
“She’s your stepmother, and she cares about you, so yes, it does,” he said.
“Stepmother? Dad, she’s not even old enough to be my fucking sister.”
“Language,” Mel said.
“Gold digger,” I fired back.
“Crissy, interoffice relationships get messy,” my father said. “People have been fired over less. Striking up a romance with someone that’s underneath me isn’t going to end well. For either of you.”
“Did you tell this to Dylan as well?” I asked.
“Dylan knows. He knows what he did was wrong.”
“But did you talk with him?” I asked. “Or is this just a talk you have with the woman in the relationship?”
“Crissy, your father’s just—”
I held my hand up and silenced her, which shocked both of them. I took a deep breath through my nose and swallowed hard, trying to rid my body of any anger that was creeping up. I had to handle this well so I could put this night behind me. Whatever those idiotic guys told my father, I didn’t care. All I wanted to go was get to my room and lock myself in there until Monday morning.
“It’s not an interoffice romance, Dad. It was a hookup. And a terrible one at that. No feelings are involved, so it won’t fuck up my job performance.”
“Really, Crissy?” he asked. “I didn’t need to know all that.”
“Well, then don’t fucking stop me for a lecture and ask about it,” I said. “And if you tell me language one more time in the house I grew up in, you’ll get more than just a bit of strong language, Mel.”
“Crissy, what the hell’s gotten into you?” my father asked.
