Page 71 of Grant’s Blaze

“I don’t know, baby. You have this firestorm look in your eyes. And shit, girl, if that’s for me, I’m going to take advantage of it.” Theatrically, I looked at the desk behind her, as if checking out my flat surface options, and then back to her. “Right here, on top of your desk.”

“We can’t. That old thing will break. No way.” She huffed.

“Well?” I asked, looking around. “Where? You said we can’t fuck on the counters in here—your rules, not mine. And that damn clown car you have is way too small for anyone to have a good time in.”

She smacked my abdomen with the back of her hand, and I grabbed it so quickly, it shocked her.

“Pardon me, miss. I don’t appreciate being struck.”

“Well, don’t talk shit about my car.”

“That’s not a car. It’s a toy.”

“Fuck you!”

Promise?

“Come over here. Sit.” I dragged her a few feet from her desk and pushed her down into the nearby chair. She was panting and flushed, her gorgeous gaze wild with desire.

“Grant. What are you doing?”

“No. It’s what you’re going to be doing.” I unbuckled my belt as she looked up and watched. “Let’s keep that sassy mouth busy so I don’t have to listen to it for a while. Yes?”

She squinted and pressed her lips together.

“You know I love your dirty looks, baby. Look how hard I am for you.” I stroked my cock a few times before stepping right up to her. “Open,” I said, but she held her mouth closed tight. “Don’t make me force you, Blaze. You won’t like my tactics.”

Rio opened her mouth but just slightly, so I took her chin in my palm and bent down so we were eye to eye. “Are you the comedian now? Suck my cock the way I know you love to, and you’ll get off too.” While I spoke to her, I put pressure on her face with my hand, increasing it as I talked. “Keep fucking around, and you’ll be aching for it for two weeks. Maybe three. Including touching yourself. And yes, I will know and can prevent you from doing it.”

Her cheeks were red from where I squeezed them. It made her face all the more gorgeous when she jerked her glare back up the length of my body.

“So you have a chastity belt just hanging around?”

“Do you really want to find out?”

When I stood back up to my full height, she followed me with her stare. I couldn’t remember a time I’d seen her more aroused. Holy shit, maybe I’d run over to my favorite kink place in Hollywood and pick up that chastity wear just for fun. Why not? Every day with this woman was truly going to be a new adventure…

But as for right now…

“Do it,” I barked at her. “Suck me good and deep, woman. No drop left behind.”

And Christ, did she. If there were still cameras in that place, we gave someone a real show or were probably going to find ourselves on an amateur internet porn site.

Rio drove us home, and we were both relaxed and hummed along to the radio the whole way.

Chapter Fifteen

Rio

“What’s wrong?” Grant shouted from the downtown condo’s living room as I scowled at myself via the bedroom mirror for at least the hundredth time.

“I hate this bathing suit.” I pouted at him, despite how my insides flipped when he moved into the doorway and filled it with his large, golden frame. “It looks ridiculous. I feel like a bean pole.” Especially when I’d appear in it next to the man who looked like Pool Bash Ken, sleek and beautiful in his tight tee and board shorts. “I think we should just stay home. Or I’ll stay home, and you go. But take that pasta salad I made last night. It’s in the refrigerator in the Tupperware container.”

“No.” He took my hands down from where I was tugging at the stretchy material of the suit’s top. “Stop.” Then he kissed each knuckle before setting my arms by my sides. “This bathing suit is amazing. You look mouthwatering in it.”

He leaned down and kissed a hot, wet trail up my neck, finishing with a hard bite just below my ear. I moaned and leaned back into him, wanting to forget all about this stupid pool party and stay home for our own special game of Marco Polo instead.

“And I’m not taking the pasta salad, nor am I going without you. Get your little ass ready and let’s go, or we’re going to be late. You know how shitty the traffic can be to Calabasas.” He spun me back toward the master bathroom and gave me a little shove.