“I can still consult from time to time.” Leaning over in my chair, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his stubbled jaw. “Plus, just because we won’t be working together doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere. We just have to figure out our new normal.”
“I like the way that sounds.” He gives me a quick kiss and I release him so we can finish breakfast and head to the office.
“Speaking of new normal,” Grant starts, holding the door open for me as we leave the penthouse. “When does this normal involve telling your friends about us?”
“I was thinking about that. I’d like to tell the girls first, and I want to do it soon. We’ve been hiding long enough.”
He backs me up against the elevator wall. “So I’m not your dirty little secret.”
“I’m currently wearing vibrating underwear, so you’re definitely dirty, and this is a secret.” I wink at him and exit the elevator. My steps falter in the lobby when one long pulse of the vibrator hits my clit.
“Just had to make sure it’s working,” Grant whispers in my ear as he walks by and nods to the valet to pull the car around.
Heaven help me, this man may kill me today.
The drive to the stadium is quick, and before I know it, Grant’s releasing my hand and putting the car in park before leaning across the console and palming my cheek for a kiss.
“Do we need a safe word?” he asks, searching my eyes for any kind of uncertainty.
“For what?”
His smirk is sinful when he says, “The toy in your panties.”
“Bring it on,” I challenge with my own smirk. One of the things I love about Grant is how filthy and commanding he canbe in the bedroom. We used to play like this a lot, and I love that he brought it back today. I can’t wait to see how he uses it and how hard I come when he finally lets me.
“You’re wet already, aren’t you?”
“Why don’t you check?” I widen my legs for him.
He drags my dress up my legs just below the apex of my thighs and hooks a finger into the side of the lace. “Show me.”
Wishing it were his fingers instead, I touch myself and gather the evidence of what he does to me. He lifts my fingers to his mouth and licks them clean all while my clit throbs and begs for more.
“Now I’ll taste you during the meeting, and it will be as much of a tease for me wishing it was my mouth on your pussy, as it is for you squirming in your chair wearing a vibrator.”
“Holy hell,” I mutter, watching him stand from the car, reaching into his pants to adjust his hard-on, and walking around to open the door for me. Back to pretending we aren’t together for the sake of everyone else around me. We walk into the office side by side and part ways at the elevator, him taking it to his office and me heading down the hall to meet Mary in the marketing offices.
An hour later, Chase walks into the marketing meeting room where we discussed Bark in the Park. Toddler Tom and his attorney, George, join him. It’s the first time George has been back since the first meeting when Gabby proposed the plea agreement. Mary is to my left, with Chase and his team sitting on the opposite side of the round table. Ben, Mike, and Grant walk in together next and scatter around the table. I thought Grant would sit on my other side, but Ben drops into that seat instead, and Grant sits directly in my line of sight. The smirk on his face tells me he did that purposely to watch me when he turns on the vibrator.
“Where’s Gabby?” Chase asks when it appears everyone but her has arrived.
“She’s handling another matter. Beth is sitting in to makesure we’re covered from the legal side,” Grant informs us as Beth walks in and takes the last vacant chair.
“Let’s get started then.” I nod to Grant.
“Right. Well, I think I speak for everyone in this room and the entire organization when I say we’re extremely happy and pleased with how you’ve handled this entire incident, Chase. You’ve truly stepped up to the plate, not only with the community service you’ve been doing but also with the way you have become a vital member of the team. The Troubadours are better with you here, and despite how it started, I’m confident we’ve turned things around. Everyone is a Chase Bennett fan.”
“And Bark in the Park was a huge success,” I jump in when Grant pauses. “The event raised half a million dollars, so I hope you’re ready to deliver on your promise of helping the local rescues. It was also the largest adoption rate so far for all of the shelters in attendance.”
Mike speaks next, but I don’t hear him because Grant fiddles with his phone and a slow vibration starts between my legs. It takes every ounce of will power to keep my face neutral and not moan at how good it feels.
“Taylor?” Mary nudges me and I look her way to find her eyes darting to the list in front of me.
Shit.
The smug grin on my husband’s face across the table has me flushing as the tempo of the vibrator changes to a staccato pulse.
“As for the terms of your . . . your, um, plea agreement, and the commitments made to . . . the . . . public during the initial press conference . . .” I pause, close my eyes, and draw in a deep breath to power through the rest of my speech without moaning at the sensation between my legs. “We wanted to walk through them all to make sure all conditions were . . .” I pin a look directly on Grant, “satisfiedbefore leaving here today so you can go into the post season without distractions.”
