He blinked. “I didn’t expect to see you. I thought you’d be at work.”
Alex grinned. “I have training this morning, and I don’t have to be there for an hour. I thought I’d drop by.”
“Oh.”
Her smile faltered. “What’s wrong?”
Grant made an effort to smile. “I didn’t sleep last night.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” She stared around at the empty shop before looking back at Grant with a raised eyebrow. “You’re alone.”
“Only for an hour.” He felt it, the overwhelming attraction for Alex that bubbled just under the surface.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
He was, and he was pissed at himself for it. “Not up here.”
She grinned again. “Where, then?”
Grant took her hand and led her to the stairs. They had to be out of sight of anyone who might come in. He couldn’t take the same risk that they did the last time, but the thought of Alex being in the greasy, dirty area down the stairs known as the pit made him feel like shit. She was better than that.
“Are you sure?” he asked as they came to a standstill.
“Grant, I think about you all the time.” Alex cupped his crotch and moved closer to him, her head tipped up.
Grant couldn’t think straight when she fondled his cock. He kissed her, groaning at the first contact of their lips. He put his arms around her shoulders as if he was strong enough to meld her to him. Whenever they came together, it was an explosive feeling in his chest, his stomach, and absolutely in his cock. She lit him up from somewhere deep inside and he could only beg her for more. He shifted her until they were moving, stumbling back into a set of shelves. The area down there was cramped and smelled strongly of motor oil. He thrust his hands into her hair, dislodging pins that they would probably never recover. The weight of it settled over his arms as it fell from the updo. As he angled her head to kiss her better, she was working on his button and zipper. She made a garbled sound when Grant bit her lower lip as she pulled his cock free and encased it in her palm. He let her lead them, barely noticing what she was doing as he continued to kiss her. He couldn’t stop himself from tasting her, nibbling and sucking her lips alternately.
“Grant, fuck me. Fuck menow.”
He had to break the kiss he was so enjoying, seeing that she’d raised her skirt and wasn’t wearing any underwear. He groaned at the sight of her glistening lips. “Jesus, you came prepared.”
Grant took hold of her hips and hoisted Alex so that she was braced against the shelf behind her. He slid inside her smoothly and they both let out a sigh. Something fell off the shelf as he rammed into her. Her body was trembling, her breaths catching in her throat, and her eyes had rolled back in her head. Grant was focusing on holding her up and not breaking the entire set of shelves. She felt so good, so fucking good, and he dug his fingers into her thighs as he felt the tightening that signaled his orgasm. In reaction, Alex tightened her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders for dear life. He was too far gone to worry about her coming, making it a surprise when she let out a short scream and fell apart in his arms. The quaking of her limbs and pulsing in her pussy sent him over the edge into bliss.
“You’re dirty,” he said as he held her.
“You’redirty,” she repeated. “That was naughty.”
“No, I mean I got dirt on your clothes.” He let her down, waiting until she was steady on her feet before he let her go and fixed his pants.
“It’ll be okay.” She kissed him quickly. “I have to run. I’ll call you later.”
Grant watched her ass as she headed up the stairs in stilettos and wondered if he’d ever be able to keep his hands off her.
