Jennifer opened her eyes to focus on his handsome face and tried to pull from his grasp but was unable to escape his hold.“You, Grant.It’s only been you and will always be you.You own every part of me,” she confessed in a tone so low he had to bend to hear her.
Satisfaction ripped through him as he bent and took her mouth hungrily.“Thank you, baby.”His kiss continued until he couldn’t take being away from her for another second.“Look at me, love.”He waited impatiently for a few seconds.“Jennifer.Look.At.Me.”
When her eyes met his, he drove his full length into her.Groans burst from both.
“It always feels like coming home when I’m inside of you.I never want to leave.”His head descended.A transparent look of dominance and love crossed his features as he took her lips hungrily.
Jennifer pulled on her hands, wanting to touch him, and started moaning when his hips moved slowly inside her.A fiery ball of need tightened her womb.She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself to him.
Grant’s eyes narrowed in warning, and he gritted his teeth when she jerked her hands.“Don’t pull away from me, love.”He lowered his head, taking her lips in a kiss that curled her toes.“You don’t want to get away from me, do you?”he said in a cajoling voice.
Jennifer shook her head, her breath puffing in and out of her lungs.
“That’s good because I wouldn’t have let you go.”His lunges picked up speed.He pressed his mouth to her ear and told her what he wanted to do to her and how beautiful he thought she was, things that upped her desire.When he felt her tighten, he released her hands, held himself up with one arm, slid his other hand down her stomach to her tight little clit, and put steady pressure on it.He moaned when she tightened on him, and a gush of moisture slid around his cock.He knew she was close, and he thanked God because it was killing him to hold back long enough to make her come.When he felt the walls of her cunt start to constrict, his strokes turned hard and deep.Within a minute, both were moaning as the sexual heat consumed them, throwing them both over.
Grant’s shaky arms kept most of his weight off her.His head dropped between her neck and shoulder as he dragged in a lungful of oxygen.He raised his head and smiled.Jennifer was asleep even though her body still gripped him.He pulled out gently and stood to dispose of the condom before returning to bed.He lifted the covers, situating her before curling around her and bringing her back against his chest.
He was still pissed about that bitch.Peter had even noticed her attempt to attract Grant and had softly reprimanded her.Grant was a little more abrupt and told her to fuck off and stay the hell away from him.He didn’t care if Peter thought the woman was good at her job.It was still Grant’s business, and that bitch wasn’t getting within a mile of Jennifer.If she made any more trouble, he’d make sure she didn’t get a job in this city or the surrounding areas.
Chapter Thirty-Three
As the days passed, they spent most of their free time together.He wanted to learn everything he could about her and asked questions when it seemed like the right time.
One cool night, lying in bed after they made love, they talked about their childhoods, fears, and dreams.He felt sick when she told him about her abusive parents, which he understood firsthand.
He held her back against his chest in bed as she talked.He choked back a tide of fury and was glad she couldn’t see his face when she told him her father had thrown her out of the house at the age of fifteen.
Grant’s stomach twisted at the cold, desolate tone of her voice.
Her father had reached the bottom and was desperate.He wanted to use her to make money because he needed more for his habits, and she guessed he owed money to the wrong people.Jennifer had threatened to go to the cops if he tried.Grant had almost lost it at the thought of her father wanting to turn his daughter into a prostitute.He’d thought his parents were bad, but Jesus, hers took the prize for Most Horrible Parents.
She told him she ended up in one foster home after another until she turned eighteen.Grant was so proud of the woman she had become.She’d come from a tragic childhood, worked her butt off to get some scholarships, worked two jobs to pay for the rest of college, then made the enormous decision to change majors because of a lack of funds and ended up as director of an animal shelter.Not many people he knew were strong enough to make a successful life for themselves against so many odds.
He was the only other one he knew who came from poverty and became successful against massive odds.Grant had hesitated to tell her about his childhood, afraid of how she’d feel about him.After Jennifer had told him about her past, his past hadn’t seemed as bad.
He’d been lucky to have the same home his whole childhood with two parents.They had been extremely poor and never made it a full week without going hungry at least once.It hadn’t helped that his father was sometimes abusive toward him, his sister, and his mother when he was drunk.It was only when Grant had become bigger than his dad that he stopped.
