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“No plans, just went to the office to get caught up on some lingering projects that need my immediate attention. When Chanel is away for extended weekends with my parents or Allie, I take advantage of the time to work, or do other things…”
“What are the other things you do in your alone time?” Aubree really wanted to ask if he did other women or if he would do her. She would gladly give him the okay agreement.
“What about you? No cuffing up with someone tonight? Dinner with Marcus?” Grant questioned.
“No, we are having a picnic lunch tomorrow at the Sunday Jazz Concert in Dawson Rivers Park. I’m not a big jazz fan, but I thought it could be a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon seeing that I have nothing else to do.”
“I guess things are getting pretty serious between you and ole boy…” Grant looked at Aubree as if he wanted to say more but sat quietly looking in her eyes, searching for something she didn’t know. The chiming of his cell phone broke the moment between them as Grant checked his messages while Aubree gazed at him.
“Alright, well I am going to head up and change. Roland and Cameron want to meet up at the Smoke Lounge to discuss some business ventures we are preparing to invest in for Dawson Falls. I guess I will see you later.” Grant left the room with his head buried in his phone. Groaning, Aubree fell back on to the couch kicking her legs in the air and swinging her arms. “This man is going to be the death of me. Ugh, damn, I’m glad my rose is rechargeable.”
If he would give her some kind of sign that yesterday’s kiss was based on mutual desire they had for each other, then she wouldn’t go. Maybe she should explore the possibilities with Marcus or some other man for that matter because Grant was determined to keep Aubree in the role of nanny and not lover.
Aubree changed multiple times from the outfits Nova had sent over special delivery for her date. She wanted an outfit that would say sexy—but not trying too hard. Show enough skin—but not too much. Playful—not slutty, but comfortable given her leg was still bothering her. Twirling in front of the mirror, Aubree knew she found the perfect outfit. The red crepe Kenzo dress gave a light airy feeling that paired perfectly with tennis shoes. She decided to go light on the makeup just in case the temperatures here warmer than she thought. No one wanted to ask if their makeup was melting from their face. After applying the finishing touches to her lips, Aubree walked to the kitchen to gather a few items she made for their lunch. Marcus was taking care of the main course and drinks, so Aubree decided to make bite size desserts for them to enjoy. The mini chocolate chip cookies, brownies, and fruit pies would pair great with his wine selection and give Marcus a chance to sample her cooking. She came to the conclusion last night that maybe Grant did want to keep the relationship strictly professional. Truth be told, she needed this job until she could save up enough money for her own place. Aubree had to let go of the silly fantasy and focus on her dream since she couldn’t have both. The phone rang taking Aubree from her thoughts.
“What are you doing, my sister love? Have you left the house yet for your picnic?” Nova said.
“No, I am putting together some things for my picnic with Marcus. Nova, I’ve been thinking, and I feel it would be best if I keep the relationship with Grant on a professional level, you know? Employer and employee is the safest place for us to be. I don’t think Grant is going to act on his feelings that I know are just as strong as mine…”
“Ugh, girl shut up!” Ivy yelled in the phone. “Nova has some good news!” Aubree didn’t realize that Ivy was with Nova.
“Call Marcus and cancel your date because Grant is on his way home. Put on the blue strapless jump suit with no bra and a G-string. He will be leaving his friends in about 30 minutes. BE READY TO POUNCE!”
“But I can’t just cancel on Marcus after all the time and money he spent on the picnic today. I’m not going to be rude to Marcus just for Grant to get to the house and act as if nothing has happened between us. No, I am keeping my date with Marcus, and Grant will be my boss—end of story.” Aubree nodded her head like Nova and Ivy could see her.
“That fuck boy was just in Nova’s store with another woman buying her lingerie for some hoe. Bitch, you are not the only woman he is trying to hit. You are not special to him especially when you are not giving up that pussy,” Ivy stated. “Nova, tell her.”
“There is truth in what Ivy is saying. Marcus was at my boutique earlier with a young woman that barely looked 20 years old, purchasing items for her. As I said, call him, cancel the date, and get ready for Grant to come home. I have it on good authority that he is beyond the breaking point; seeing you is all it will take. Get ready now. Bye, I will wait to hear from you on Monday!”
Aubree ran out of the kitchen to change her outfit and take her hair down. She didn’t know how Nova knew, but she would trust her best friend. After changing, Aubree went back in the kitchen to store all the treats she made. She called Marcus but didn’t get a response, so she decided to send him a text to let him know something came up and she would not be able to attend. Marcus didn’t seem too pressed by her canceling today because he didn’t respond to her call or text. As she worked in the kitchen boxing up the treats she prepared earlier, the door chime signaled someone had entered the house. Grant stood in the doorway, watching Aubree move around the kitchen.
“Hey, did you get a lot of work done today? You have been gone most of the morning.” Aubree asked. She tried her best not to stare at Grant, but he looked fine as hell in his casual wear.
“Are you leaving now? That dress will not leave much to the imagination for your date. Don’t you think it is bit much for a picnic?” Grant seemed to ramble on in his conversation.
“Wait a minute,” Aubree held up a hand looking around the room. “I thought Chanel must have been with you because there is no way that you are talking to me. Must I remind you, you are my employer, not father. Remember the last time you said that girls like me didn’t have fathers?” Aubree turned to walk out of the kitchen when she heard Grant moving toward her.
“My apologies. I should not have said that; you are right. I was just…your dress is… so fucking sexy on you.” Groaning, Grant grabbed Aubree by the arm pulling her close to him. “I can’t do this anymore pretending like I don’t want you…like I don’t need you. Wherever you are going, don’t go. Stay here with me.”
Grant gazed into Aubree’s eyes running his finger down her neck to her collarbone and further down to the top of her breasts. “Stay with me.”
Grant began to graze his lips along her ear kissing her lightly behind the ear. Aubree was in sensory overload loving the feel of Grant’s lips on her skin. She decided to put both of them out of their misery by uttering three simple words that would change the course of their relationship. No more employer and employee, parent and dance teacher, just friends. This would either be the start of something great or disaster to blow up in their face.
“Yes, I’ll stay.”
As soon as the words were out of Aubree’s mouth, Grant covered her lips with his. Aubree willingly surrendered to him holding nothing back from him. Not tonight, not ever. He kissed her with an urgency that he never felt before with any woman, taking total possession of her mouth as he walked her to the wall. Lifting her against the wall, Grant began to make love to her mouth using his tongue to simulate the movement that his hips were doing below. Aubree felt his hard rod pressed in her center and started to rock against him, seeking the first, hopefully of many, orgasms to come. As they worked to seek the peak of satisfaction, Grant couldn’t tell who was whimpering or moaning the loudest.
Grant ripped the strap of her dress to pull it down under her breasts. Her berry-colored tipped nipples stood erect and begged for his attention which he gave willingly. Grant took one nipple into his mouth whole sucking like it provided a life sustaining substance while he used his other hand to pluck the other one. Then he switched to the other nipple and paid homage as he did the other. Grasping the back of his head, Aubree whimpered and pleaded with Grant to continue his ministrations to her body with the ultimate goal of pleasure beyond her wildest fantasy. The rocking of their bodies mixed with the feel of his tongue on her nipples had Aubree almost at her peak when Grant stopped.
“No, don’t stop! Please, don’t stop…I need this… I need you,” Aubree begged him to keep going. She couldn’t take another day with them making it halfway again and not going all the way. Grant held Aubree up and looked deep into her eyes to her soul and reached to strip the rest of her clothes off and pushed her back up against the wall. Grant took possession of her mouth with a sense of urgency sucking on her bottom lip as he worked his pants down his waist until they hit the floor. His tongue simulated the moves he made below the waist. He positioned his dick so it would rub against her clit as he pumped his hips.
“Oh! Yes, yes, Grant! Shit!” Aubree screamed and panted. “Please put it in me.”
“Put what in you… My finger?” Licking two fingers, Grant stepped back so he could rub her pearl with his fingers and dipped them in her soaked pussy. “Damn baby, you are soaking wet. I need you to wet my dick up. Can you do that for me? Wet me up?” Grant teased.
“Yeah, I can… Let me show you.” Reaching down between them, Aubree grabbed the stiff rod in her hand. Grant was well endowed beyond her dream. She had seen a dick print a couple of times and knew he was a good size, but this was more than a good size. Aubree rubbed the head along her lower lips and lined him up with her entrance of pleasure—both moaning at the feel of flesh meeting flesh for the first time.
“I’m not stopping unless I hear you say no. We will get this first fuck out of the way and spend the rest of the night making love.”
