She bit her lip. Grant in a goofy mood made her laugh. He always had. “Hold on.” She tore off her top, but Grant made her stop.
“Oh, yeah. There we go. Titty action and reindeer pants. I’m definitely on Santa’s naughty list.”
“Grant.” She leaned over to kiss him. “You’re silly. I like it.” I like you. I might... love... you. She could barely think it let alone say it.
“Come here.” He pulled back the covers so she could lie over him. When their bodies pressed together, he moaned. “You feel so good against me.”
She felt his erection surge against her belly. “So do you.”
“Do you know how difficult it’s been not sleeping with you? I got spoiled in Bellevue.”
“Do you miss home?” She stroked her fingers through his hair, taken with the soft gold.
“Home is where the heart is, Piper.” He kissed her. “Bellevue’s been a place to work from, where I live. But it’s never been home.” He sighed. “Home to me is family. And my home stopped being a home a long time ago.”
She snuggled with him, having expected sex but enjoying this sharing just as much. Here, she felt safe, warm, and trusted. And that she’d never before felt. Not like this.
“When your dad left, you mean?” She kissed his chest.
He stroked her hair and shoulders, running his rough hands over her back and making her feel as if she belonged. “Yeah. I’m trying to get sexy with you. I don’t mean to be a downer.” He groaned. “It’s late and you work tomorrow.”
“So what? I’m the boss. I don’t have any appointments, so I can be a little late.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Is it okay if I say how much I love your breasts? They feel so good against my chest. They’re so soft and round.” He dragged her closer. “I could talk about them for hours. Not my father, please no. At least, not tonight.”
She gave a soft laugh. “Okay, no deep discussions. Just hot and heavy sex, yes? So what are you in the mood for, Mr. Weston?”
“Something we can do that’s quiet.” He dipped his hand under the waistband of her pants and sought the heat of her. “Oh, yeah. That’s the spot.” He rubbed her, getting his fingers nice and wet, and she squirmed over him. In a low voice, he said, “I know. You take off the reindeer pants and sit on my face. Then bend over and suck my cock. We’ll race to see who comes first.”
Her pulse sped up, and she couldn’t wait to beat him at something. Especially since they’d both be winners in the end.
But when she spread her thighs to straddle his face and took his dick in her mouth, racing was the last thing that came to mind. Just mutual pleasure for the man who’d become her home.
And who would be leaving all too soon.
The next morning, Piper rose from her own bed tired but well-satisfied. Pleased that she’d finally beaten Grant at something, she smiled at Jenna as the teen hustled out the door with half her head still wet.
“Bye, Aunt Piper. See you after school,” was said with a Pop Tart between Jenna’s teeth before the door slammed shut.
Grant joined Piper to overhear and said, “Ah, breakfast of champions. Hey, I thought your boss was going to let you sleep in?”
“She was until she remembered she has work to do before some showings in the afternoon.” She noticed his sweatsuit and grinned. “Got a workout planned?”
“Yes, with your football crush.”
“Mitch?” At his scowl, she laughed. “Sorry, but think about it. That’s the only football player, aside from Simon, you’ve met in town.”
“Play it that way if you want, but I saw how you looked at his meaty frame. He’s too muscle-y for you.”
“Is that even a word?”
“You’re too good for a football cretin. And I like Mitch.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Piper, I’m jealous of the pillow you hug when you sleep at night. Of course I’m jealous.”
Well then, that was okay. Because she didn’t like all the attention he got when just walking into a room, from both women and men. “Oh. I think I like that.”
