Grant was already home when I pulled into the driveway. I took a few breaths and put on my best poker face. “You can do this,” I said aloud to myself before stepping out of the car and walking into the house.
“Honey, I’m home,” I yelled through the house. I took off my shoes and walked toward the kitchen, where I heard him cooking.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, approaching me, bringing me into a big hug, and kissing me passionately. “I missed you.”
“What are you cooking? Whatever it is, it smells delicious.” I avoided his gaze.
“I made a garlic chicken pasta. It’s ready, I’m just letting it cool a bit. Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” I admitted.
He scrunched his eyebrows. “Are you okay? You seem off.”
I knew he could tell I had something big on my mind. “I stumbled upon something today.”
“What’d you stumble upon?” he asked suspiciously.
“There’s a little boutique downtown going up for sale soon. I peeked in the window, and it was so cute and quirky. It gave me an idea of what I’d like my bookstore to look like. Honestly, if I had the money now, then I would have probably bought it on the spot.” I let out a breathy laugh.
He looked at me solemnly. “You know we’re a team now, right? You don't have to do it all on your own.”
I should know by now that Grant wouldn’t have ulterior motives when he offered to help me financially, but my mom used money to show her love and then used it to buy my silence, so it was still a sore subject for me.
“I see your thoughts spiraling. This would be different from when your mom was helping you. I believe in your dream. I will invest in anything that brings you joy. We can at least look at our finances together, call the owner to see what they’re asking for, and when they’re putting it on the market. Don’t rule it out yet. We can figure it out together.”
“Your devotion to helping me fulfill my dream is not something I thought I would ever find in someone.”
He smiled brightly at me. “Anything for you.”
I stared up at him with fire in my eyes. His love and dedication toward me and my dreams were instant turn-ons. “Maybe you’d like to have dessert first,” I said, giving him a suggestive smile.
He gave me his famous sly smile back. He picked me up and set me on the kitchen island. He kissed me hard with want. “I can’t wait to taste how sweet you are,” he said, spreading my legs, gently rubbing at my core through my pants. We kissedmore rapidly; I couldn’t get enough. He nibbled on my bottom lip, proceeding to kiss and bite down on my neck. I audibly moaned.
He went for the buttons on my pants. “Here?” I asked, having never experienced anything sexual outside of the bedroom before.
“I’d like my dessert now,” he insisted, taking both my pants and underwear down and throwing them across the room.
He spread my legs wide right there on the kitchen island. He lowered himself to his knees before me, lined up perfectly. He gathered my wetness with his tongue and licked all the way up to my clit. I let out a small moan and shifted my hips more toward his mouth. “You like that, sweet girl?” he asked, barely taking his mouth off me. I could feel the vibrations from his deep voice.
“More, please,” I begged. He flicked his tongue back and forth on my clit with a slow precision, picking up speed as the pleasure intensified. “Yes, just like that.”
“Mm, you taste so good.” He began devouring me like I was his last meal. He used his whole mouth to kiss, lick, and bite, driving me insane. I tried to squeeze my legs toward his head, the pleasure becoming too intense. He held my legs open, moving his lips back and forth across my clit. He used the weight of his tongue to add the pressure I needed to come undone.
My orgasm came out as a scream, coursing through every nerve in my body. As I came down, he gave me soft kisses over the area he had just devoured. “You’re so pretty when you’re dripping from my pleasure.”
He stood up, kissing me softly on the lips. “The best dessert in town, and it’s all mine.”
I was still catching my breath as he brought a warm washcloth to clean me up, putting back on my panties and pants.
“I think I’m ready for bed after that.” We both laughed.
“Well, let’s get you fed and showered first.”
“We need to go to bed early. I have a surprise for you tomorrow.” I gave him a quick wink, jumping down from the island.
“If it’s from you, I’m sure I’ll love it,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.
He made our plates and brought them to the table. I stared at him, feeling so lucky to come across someone willing to take care of all my needs. He truly took care of me, and I’d never take it for granted.
