“That’s not the can-do attitude I expect from someone in my father’s employ.”
She swatted his head at the comment. He pulled himself up on top of her and lavished her nipples with his mouth and tongue.
“I want to take you nice and slow,” he murmured to her. He flipped her around on the bed then mounted her in one clean motion. She cried out as the length of his member entered her. The flesh between her legs was still tingling with the sensation of Grant’s mouth and fingers. She writhed under him as he pounded away in her.
“Are you going to come, Kate?” he said.
“Y-Yess,” she stuttered. He stopped for a moment.
“Keep going.” She moaned.
He ignored her and pulled her halfway off the bed so that her feet rested on the hardwood floor.
“I need better leverage,” he said to her. He grabbed her hips then pounded into her. She cried out with every thrust. She had never had a man use her like this, take her like this. Every powerful thrust drove her wild. She half expected him to come any moment, but he showed no signs of letting up.
“Are you almost close?” she said breathlessly.
“Baby, I’m just warming up.”
He fucked her for what felt like an eternity. The slide of his large member, the feel of his balls brushing against the tender flesh between her legs—she felt electricity go up and down her body. She came then came again. She could barely keep herself up. She let her body be fully supported by Grant’s hands and the force of him sliding into her. Her gripped her hard and gave a burst of short thrusts, and then she felt him come. He pulled out of her and fell on the bed beside her. She could barely move. Her hair was sweaty. Grant was breathing hard, and his body glistened with sweat, accentuating his muscular form.
“That was insane,” she said.
“Mm-hmm,” he said, smiling at her.
They lay next to each other, basking in the afterglow. She dozed off next to him, feeling completely safe as he wrapped his large body around her.
They woke later and took a long bath together. She floated in the warm water, his arms around her. Kate had never felt so cared for.
“I think I’m smitten with you,” she said.
“Smitten?” he said with a soft laugh. “I’m completely obsessed with you.”
Chapter 24
Grant
By the time Kate got the text from his father, saying he was returning, Grant was a little tired of being in the room. He loved being with Kate, but he was used to a little more physical activity than a marathon sex session. He smirked, thinking about how her breasts had bounced as he pounded away at her, and the delectable noises she made. And the cleanup afterward was fun too.
“I know what you’re thinking about,” Kate purred as she came up to him, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling his chin.
“About how much I want you?” He kissed her ears and trailed kisses down the nape of her neck. She grabbed his hands to keep them from wandering any lower.
“Your father’s going to be back soon. He cannot walk in on us. We need to be presentable.” She casually ran a hand over his bare biceps.
I want to marry this woman,he thought.
“Get your mind out of the gutter,” she whispered to him.
If only she knew that was the furthest thing from his mind. As she dressed and did her hair and makeup, he started fantasizing about the wedding they would have. His groomsmen would wear the formal dress blue uniform. The paper would cover it. It would be a fairy-tale wedding followed by the perfect life. They could adopt a bunch of dogs. Maybe they would have kids. He was adopted, and he’d always wanted to take on a kid from foster care. He only needed to convince her that that was the best plan for them.
Kate walked around the room, tidying up.
“I’ll go take this tray down and let Gus out,” she said.
“I can take it.”
“You can’t leave the room.”
