Page 52 of Grant’s Heat

“I appreciate that.” Changing the subject seemed like the best plan. “Anyway, how was your day? Or your week, rather. We…uuhh…haven’t really talked.”

“Yes, because someone has been dodging my calls.” He chuckled but stopped pretty quickly, imparting the instant impression he wasn’t really amused by my behavior.

“Who? Moi?”

A low, tight growl from his end. And then, “Coy doesn’t really suit you, Blaze.”

My stomach flipped over a few times, and so did body parts south of my lap belt. “No? That voice you’re rocking certainly suits you, though.” I squeezed my eyes and legs shut quickly. I opened my eyes again right away, though, since I was driving, but I wanted to smack my palm to my forehead. I could not believe I just said that out loud.

“Well, you’re the one who’s kept me at arm’s length all week. Think of all the fun, sexy times we could’ve been having. Now you have to wait for the weekend again.”

“Oh? Do your weekday girls get jealous if you step out on them?” I teased.

“See? That’s where you’re wrong.” Somehow his voice was even deeper then.

“Explain it to me.”

“There are no weekday girls. Or weekend ones, for that matter. I only have eyes for one girl at the moment.”

Now his voice was seductive and promising. Or at least that was what my ears heard.

“Is that right?” I egged him on, wanting to hear more of this subject for sure.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Grant answered, “Yes. One sassy, sexy, bratty, crazy, smart, beautiful, tiny little number. Seriously, I just can’t seem to stop thinking about her.”

“Hmmm. Is that so, Twombley?”

“It is.”

Boldly, I pressed on. I had so much pent-up energy, I needed to do something to release it, and taunting the sexy devil on the other end of the phone was working wonders for my frazzled nerves. “Do you beat off thinking about her?”

“Every day. Twice already today, as a matter of fact.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Poor guy. “Impressive stamina, man.” I pulled into my driveway, picturing Grant stroking his hard cock and how amazing he felt when he pushed into me. Once my garage was open, I parked inside and turned off the engine. I grabbed my phone and made sure Grant was still on the line before continuing, “Dude, you’ve got it bad. Does this girl know? I mean, about your masturbating problem?”

“No. But I’m about to show her.” His voice came at me in double time. Once over the phone and again in real-time because he was standing beside me in my garage. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I had not expected to see him here—especially with that sexy, mischievous grin firmly in place.

“Christ. I can’t wait to see th—”

He cut off my smart remark by covering my mouth with his in a demanding, hungry kiss that had me breathless by the time he finished. Thankfully, he held me steady for a few moments while I regained my balance, or I would have tumbled over my own two feet.

“Let’s go inside. Unlock your house door, Blaze.”

I stared up at him, helpless to do anything but follow his dictate. Well, attempt to. No way could I form a coherent thought, let alone a sassy comeback. I closed the garage door first and then searched for the house key on my key ring while he crowded behind me, greedily groping my ass and the backs of my thighs, making it very difficult to accomplish the simple task.

“Sometime today, or I’m going to fuck you on your garage floor,” he growled directly into my ear, causing me to drop the key ring with a metallic clatter. “Put your hands above your head, Rio. Palms flat on the door.”

“Wha—what?” I looked back over my shoulder while complying once again.

“Now let me show you what happens when you leave me with too much time alone. I’ve told you before, my imagination is a dark, dangerous place, Blaze.”

With one skilled hand, he reached around my front, flipped up my T-shirt, and worked the button and zipper open on my jeans.

“Grant—” I tried to protest, but he cut me off.

“Shhh, baby.” Then in that sexy rasp right beside my ear again, “Is this pussy wet right now?”

“Graannnttt.” That time, his name was much more of a plea than a protest.