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Closing his eyes, he fights to take in air. “I did the laser hair removal thing. After a woman I was with shaved me to her pleasure. I liked it, but didn’t like having to maintain it myself when things ended.”
“Me, too, on laser hair removal, saves time and aggravation. You smell so good.” I inhale and lick the skin of his neck to taste him. More, I want so badly to know every inch of him, to taste all of him.
His limp cock jumps in my hand and without thinking, my grip tightens. “Fuck.” Grant pulls away, his hands shake while he zips up and buttons his jeans. “Damn it, woman. I’m trying not to be a complete bastard and take you back to bed. You aren’t making it easy. Get dressed, for my sanity, please. One of the skirts and shirts. It’ll be hard enough knowing you aren’t wearing anything underneath.”
It’s the last thing I want. I want to go back to bed, with him, and spend all day learning him. Only I’m still sore. I give in. “Okay.” My stomach growls and I blush.
“Let’s get you some food and introduce you to Alice.” He’s at the doorway watching me pick one of the long maxi skirts, and a pink top.
When he turns and walks out of the closet with a satisfied smile, I sneak a taste of the thick white result of him coming. The taste isn’t as unpleasant as I’ve heard of it being. I’ve tasted things much worse. Maybe, just maybe, going down on Grant wouldn’t be a horrible thing.
Grant is waiting for me with a questioning look. I shrug, glad he hadn’t seen me. I would hate to offer something and then refuse it all over again. He reaches for my hand and I give it to him. His hand, big and warm, is a welcome comfort to my swirling thoughts.
I’m taking in the beautiful home, happy to know it will be mine for a little while. I’m embarrassed it takes a minute to see the difference, where a silver bowl had sat in the middle of a marble table is a large vase of bright turquoise peonies. There is also a large bowl with light pink peonies surrounding a few turquoise in the large room which seems to be the large living room with the view to the lake. I stop to see Grant watching me intently. “How are they turquoise?”
“I have no idea. I stopped listening when she said it was possible.”
In awe, I go to the mix of pink and turquoise. They smell like heaven and are so soft. “I love them, thank you. Next time I would be happy with the different shades of pink with white. With them blue, it somehow doesn’t seem right.”
He’s looking at me with a quirk to his lips. “The florist said you’d say something like that.”
Going to him, I wrap my arms around his waist. “Thank you for doing it, but they are beautiful the way they are grown.”
“Duly noted. She mentioned they aren’t hard to grow. She could bring a few over for your office. She’ll take care of them for you.”
All the flowers are already sweet. I want to take him back to bed and show my appreciation. Yet as my body works in anticipation of him inside me, I ache. Instead, I kiss his cheek. “Yes, please.”
He smiles at my blush. “I’ll give her a call later today then.”
His hand at my back, we reach an enormous kitchen with an island covered in various vegetables with their own cutting boards. A woman is working a knife over carrots like a master chef. She’s maybe in her fifties, with stunning silver hair, petite and slim. With her so small and thin, the idea of her fighting with Grant over whether or not he can have bacon has me smiling.
She nods and smiles at me in greeting.
“Alice, this Anne. She’ll be living here now. She likes fried calamari and red meat. You will give her whatever she wants whenever she wants it. No arguments, no substitutions.” His words are firm, with a very clear warning.
Alice blinks at his forceful tone. It’s clear he’s never spoken to her like this before. Or if he has it’s been so long she has forgotten how to respond. “I—yes of course.” She looks at me. “Anything you would like, I’ll be happy to prepare. If I don’t have it we have access to room service of the Ritz Carlton in the building.”
“Please, Alice, it isn’t a big deal, really.” Even though I’m embarrassed and annoyed at Grant, I’m still clinging to him, unwilling to lose the feeling of him against me.
“Yes, it is. This is your home now. I want you to be happy here. I don’t want you afraid to ask for what you want. You’re hungry now. What do you want to eat?”
“Just some scrambled eggs and toast is fine.” I mutter self-consciously.
“Are you sure?” Grant asks.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m not a big breakfast person. I’m more concerned about the coffee. Do you have half and half for coffee?”
“Yes, miss. I’ll make you some coffee now. We have a wide selection, all beans to be ground. It’s how Grant prefers his coffee.
”
“Sounds great, I appreciate it. I prefer something mild, no dark roasts.”
Grant’s phone rings, he doesn’t look happy about it. It’s clear he’s even more unhappy with what he hears. “No, no fucking way has a bug just been found. We’ve been beta testing it for over six weeks now.”
His arm tightens around me. With a kiss on my temple he whispers he’ll be in his office. Then he’s gone.
Watching him walk away, my stomach tumbles, feeling hollow. It’s stupid to want him to come back already. He’ll only be on the other side of the condo. I can last without him for ten minutes. I’ve lasted thirty years, right?
