Chapter Fourteen
Bend Over
Warm, heavy arms tightened around my body and pulled me further into their embrace. Grant nuzzled the back of my neck, and I smiled.
I was sublimely happy.
It had only been a night of us being together, but I had a good feeling about it. Sometimes you just know it’s right. And I knew it down to my very bones, so I was choosing to be optimistic about our future. I felt a lot better after having talked to Grant last night about the flowers and the women. Yet again he showed me that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
His womanizing seemed to be so clear on the surface, but I should have known by how sweet and caring he was with me the night of the gala that he would never treat me with malice. I should have listened to Maya and just talked to him. Instead, I let my pride and stubbornness get in the way. And we lost months of being with each other because of it.
“Good morning,” his deep voice rumbled in my ear and made my whole body ache with need for him.
“Morning,” I whispered back, enjoying his now roaming hands on my bare skin. That was something else I never knew I could enjoy until Grant, sleeping nude. Especially with someone else.
My heart started racing when his mouth joined his hands. Man he was talented.
“What time is it?” I asked breathlessly. Grant ignored me, however, and continued sweetly torturing me. “Grant, what time is it?”
I tried to turn my head towards his alarm clock, but his body blocked my view. I pushed on his shoulder, and he stopped his ministrations and looked down on me.
“You seriously want to know what time it is right now? I was just about to go down on you.” He gave me a really cute look of disbelief, and if this weren’t actually important, I would have caved immediately. Because I definitely wanted him to go down on me.
“I have work to do today, so yeah I need to know.”
He looked over his shoulder, gifting me with a gorgeous view of the longish, curly pieces of hair at the back of his head that were no longer smoothed down. They were so damn cute. I just wanted to run my fingers through them. I loved his hair.
“It’s ten fifteen.” He turned back to me, and his head began to descend, but abruptly stopped when my hand covered his mouth and pushed his head away.
“I have to go.” I rolled out from underneath him and went in search of my clothing.
Grant lay gloriously naked on his side with his head in his hand, watching me while I raced around. “What are you so worked up over? It’s Sunday, Elizabeth. You can’t possibly work on Sundays. And if you do, that’s going to have to change.”
I placed my hand on my cocked hip. “Um, what? You honestly think I’m going to rearrange my schedule just because you said so? Oh no. I don’t think so. This isn’t starting off on the right foot if you are going to throw out that ultimatum.”
“Whoa. Settle down. I just meant that Sundays are my only real day for down time and I want to make sure I get to spend them with you. You are awfully defensive all the time. We’re going to have to work on that.” He held his hands up in a placating gesture.
“Whatever,” I huffed, losing my fight. “Sorry, I don’t like it when men try to tell me what to do. I’m perfectly capable of running my life.”
“That’s the last thing I want to do. Now why are you leaving this nice warm bed, where you have a nice willing man waiting?” He gestured down at his erection, and my vagina quivered at the sight of it – so long and proud.
“I have to do all the work that got postponed yesterday due to my wonderful surprise spa day. Otherwise I’ll be way behind this week.”
He stood up and walked towards me, completely comfortable in his own skin. Even naked he had a powerful stride that made you take notice. Of course, I again took notice of the rather large appendage he was sporting between his legs.
He took the clothes from my hands and tossed them on the bed, before setting his hands on my shoulders. “You need to get cleaned. I need to get cleaned. Why don’t we take a shower together? I’ll even give you a pair of my boxers to wear. Then you can go to work, but I want to end the day with you in my bed.”
That thought elicited a full body shiver from me. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled our bodies flush with each other. “You would?” I asked timidly. I never thought Grant Morgan would want me, let alone for more than one day.
“You have no idea how much I care for you, do you? I need you, Elizabeth. You’re a breath of fresh air in this closed off world I live in filled with vultures looking to strike at any sign of weakness.” His face was hard as he described his world. I had a feeling there was an underlying reason as to why Grant did and said the things he did.
“Wow,” I breathed. I had no idea Grant’s life was so complicated. “Will you tell me about it sometime?”
His face closed down and he gave me a smirk, “There’s nothing to tell. It’s the way of the world. Does this mean you agree to the shower and to coming back later?”
“Yes.”
A shout of surprise came from me as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. “Let’s get going then.”
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These clothes were hideous. I sat back on my knees and surveyed the rows of clothing and shoes around the walk-in closet. This was going to be interesting.
“Where did you say you got most of your outfits from?” I called out as Debi Frazier, my eccentric client, walked into the closet wearing nothing but a bra and panties.
“My friend Elle took me shopping. Why? Aren’t they good?” She looked genuinely upset by that thought.
I was asked to help her organize her closet thanks to her newer purchases not having a place amongst her old clothes. But these things were not wearable. At least, not in my opinion. She didn’t even know how to style herself in half of it. The first shirt she showed me, she wasn’t even sure which hole was for her arms and which was for her head.
Debi had recently lost thirty pounds and decided she earned a new wardrobe. How was I going to break it to her that I wouldn’t be caught wearing most of this stuff even if you paid me to?
“They’re different. Like this sweater. It has a lot of sequins on it.” I cringed looking at the monstrosity. “Maybe if you paired it with black jeans and knee high boots that would tone it down a bit.”
I pulled a pair of jeans off the hanger and held them out in front of a pair of boots. “You could try them on and see,” I suggested.
“Nah. I’m comfortable right now. Let’s just put together some outfits and maybe I’ll try them on later.” See… eccentric. She had been mostly naked since I got here two hours ago. That was just odd. Then again, most things about her were strange. She married a bizarre millionaire three times her age and inherited his money when he died. I think his odd habits might have rubbed off on her. “Anything that’s in a bigger size you can box up to get donated.”
Debi sat down on the chaise in the corner and crossed her legs as if it was perfectly normal to lounge in her undergarments. “So, what’s new with you Elizabeth?
“Nothing really.” I chose to be evasive.
“Well, I heard from Elle that she saw you at the Save the Music gala with one very tasty Grant Morgan. Is that true?”
I guess she was going straight for the gold today. No beating around the bush for her.
“Yes, it is true. He and I are seeing each other.” I decided that even though it was Monday, and our relationship was only like two days old, I could probably start letting people know.
“No shit. I can’t believe it. I’ve known Grant for years and he’s never been the settling down type. Of course, most of his women weren’t half as lovely as you dear. How did you two meet?”
Gee. Thanks for making me feel so worthy, I thought sarcastically.
“He’s my client.” I mentally cringed when I heard myself say it, especially given the look that crossed her face before she hid it. I probably should have lied, but the truth always came so easily to me. I wasn’t used to having to hide things.
“Elizabeth, you know I like you, but you do realize how that sounds right? What are you going to do when other male clients ask you crude things like ‘Is that the kind of service you offer all your clients?’ or ‘How much extra for a more personal touch?’ I mean I just thought of those off the top of my head and I’m not looking to be hurtful or judgmental.”
I had never thought of it that way. Of course, my personal life couldn’t remain personal. That’s why I should have known better than to start this thing in the first place. Now that I was in it though, I couldn’t back away. I had to face the haters head on because even though I had yet to admit it to him, I did love Grant. I knew it was rather quick, but I had been fighting these feelings for months now. “I appreciate your concern, Debi. However, if a client doesn’t value the services that I provide them and feels the need to be crass and just a plain ass, then I don’t need them as a client.”
She did a slow clap that was slightly condescending although I’m sure she didn’t mean it to be. “Good for you, dear. I hope it all works out.”
Then she got up and left me to finish sorting through her hideous clothing. And while I did, I refused to let my mind taunt me with the idea of losing business over this.
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My phone ringing had me digging through my bag on the way to the subway tunnel. “Hello.”
“Where are you?” Grant asked without preamble.
“I’m on East Houston Street. I’m hopping on the subway to head home for the day.” I stopped at the stairs heading underground, since cell service was basically non-existent on the subway, and waited for his reply.
“Stay put. George will be there in five minutes. We’re going out tonight.”
“Well, thank you for asking, but I’m kind of tired after someone kept me up late last night. I was just going to go home, soak in a bath and fall asleep.” Grant was going to learn real quick I didn’t like being told what to do. I’d compromise when it was something I wanted, or it was for the greater good, but I didn’t bend my ways for anyone.
“I really wanted to take you to dinner and a movie tonight. I haven’t gone on a real date in a long time. It’s a novelty I wanted to experience with you.”
Oh, he was good. How could I say no to that?
“No wonder why you’re such a good lawyer,” I sighed into the phone. How in the hell did I keep doing things that I wasn’t planning on because he put the idea in my head? “No five star restaurants. I know. Let’s go to Katz’s Deli. I just walked by there and it made my mouth water. Then we’ll go to the theater and see a movie that neither of us cares about so that you can feel me up through the whole thing and I won’t mind.”
“Sounds perfect,” he crooned into the phone with a low, deep voice. Yum.
“I’ll see you soon,” I breathed, my body reacting to his sexy voice.
He let out a little chuckle and said, “Sooner than you think.”
The phone disconnected, and I stared at it confused. It wasn’t like Grant to hang up on me. I looked up and saw a black town car pull up to the curb in front of me. The window rolled down and Grant’s gorgeous face appeared. “Let’s go beautiful. I need .to get you fed and to the theater so I can feel you up.” His lascivious smile made my insides heat.
I practically skipped to the car and got inside. I climbed in his lap and peppered kisses along his face. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he replied and gave me a hot, open-mouthed kiss as George drove us the half a dozen blocks to Katz’s.
“Let’s go.” He slapped my ass and then rubbed it. “I need to feed my woman.”
His woman. Sigh.
I adored this playful side of him. Not many people would know that it existed, and I was soaking it up like a sponge.
We walked hand in hand into the deli and we both ordered pastrami on rye. We settled into a table near the back.
“How was work today?” I asked in between bites.
“Fine. I had to deal with a bunch of imbeciles, but that’s my normal. How about yours?”
“Strangest thing. My kooky client asked about you and me. I didn’t realize the gossip circles were churning with stories about us.”
Grant sat back in his chair and scrutinized me. “She didn’t upset you, did she?”
I waved him off. “No it wasn’t anything like that. I just wasn’t prepared to answer it. It was a little disconcerting that she thought my clients wouldn’t understand that I was dating another client. This was why I didn’t want to mix business and pleasure.”
Shit. It always came back to this and whenever it did I began to question my decisions. I could feel tension building in my shoulders.
“Elizabeth. All that matters is what you and I think and feel. And I can tell you that I feel pretty strongly, so please don’t let one woman’s perception ruin what we have.” His hand reached across the table and held mine. His thumb ran back and forth along my skin, making me relax again. When I nodded, he released my hand and went back to eating.
“Are you going to stay at my place tonight? I know how much you enjoy my bed.” He winked and took a bite of his sandwich.
“Yes. I should probably stop at my place and pack a bag though. I have an early morning tomorrow. Good thing about that is that I’ll be done early. I do believe I’m still in need of a hot, soaking bath and a nap.”
“I’ll come to you tomorrow. It won’t be until later though. I have a deposition to prepare for. I’m really hoping to put this case to rest. Which reminds me, I wanted to see if you could get next weekend off. It’s Valentine’s Day and I wanted to treat you to something special.” He wiped his mouth, and I got caught up in watching his full bottom lip and imagining nibbling on it.
“Did you hear me?” He asked, and I watched his mouth quirk.
“Valentine’s Day, right? How long are we talking? Just Saturday and Sunday or an extended weekend?” I really hoped Maya didn’t have plans. I was going to end up owing her big time.
“If you could do Thursday through Monday that would be preferable. But I’ll settle for whatever you can spare.”
I took a bite of my sandwich and chewed slowly while I contemplated the backlash that could ensue from taking too much time off. I did still have my mother’s bills to worry about, as well as my own. Living in Manhattan wasn’t cheap.
On the other hand, though, we would never be able to recreate our first Valentine’s Day together, and I was more than curious to see what he had planned.
Setting my sandwich down, I took a sip of my water. Grant waited patiently for my answer. I was proud of him for not pushing the issue. I could tell by the anxiousness rolling off of him, that it was killing him to wait for me to respond.
“I could pull off Friday through Sunday. Can you make that work?”
“I can.” He grinned and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing my knuckles. “If you’re done, we can get going.”
“Let’s roll.” I reached for the tray, but Grant beat me to it, so I followed him to the trash cans and then out onto the sidewalk where George met us with the car.
Whoever said chivalry was dead, didn’t know Grant Morgan.
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The door shut behind me, and I looked up at Grant, who hadn’t moved from the entryway to his apartment. He tipped his head down, and his hand came up to cup my cheek.
“I had a great time tonight,” he murmured and brushed his lips against mine.
“Me too,” I whispered back. And I did. There was absolutely no pressure when I was with Grant. Early on in previous relationships I always felt compelled to be perfect on dates, or I worried about living up to their expectations. With Grant, I just was who I was. There were no false pretenses or awkward moments.
And making out in a darkened theater was just as thrilling as it was as a teenager. Although we might have taken it a little further than my teenage self did when I made Grant come in my hand. Thank heavens for napkins.
“Come. I’ll get you a drink. Tonight I think we’ll play.”
Come. Play. What?
“What do you mean play?” I inquired as he made me a vodka martini.
He turned his body slightly to face me and gave me a devilish grin. “You’ll see. I’ve been thinking about this all day actually. I’m quite looking forward to it.”
I swallowed hard at the gleam in his eye. I was all for giving Grant control in the bedroom, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t a little wary about it. It wasn’t always easy to trust that whatever he did would be for my pleasure and not for my humiliation. Some of the positions he put me in left me exposed and would have been humiliating if I let myself construe it that way.
I sipped my martini and gazed out the window at the city skyline while he sank into a plush blue-gray arm chair. He undid the top few buttons on his dress shirt. He had long since lost his tie and coat.
I turned towards him and watched as he leaned back and crossed his leg. He brought the glass of scotch he had poured himself to his lips, and I heard the tinkling of the ice hitting the glass. His serious gaze stayed locked with mine for several moments.
I did nothing but stand and wait for his command. It was as if my body knew what to do even if my mind didn’t.
“I want you to undress for me. Slowly.”
I gave him a slight nod and set my drink down, before I reached for the hem of my black long-sleeved t-shirt. Pulling it over my head, I dropped it on the floor next to me and moved on to the button of my charcoal wool slacks. I slowly lowered the zipper. His eyes were fixed on what my hands were doing. Never once did they stray to look anywhere else.
I shimmied my hips and the pants fell to the floor. I kicked them from my feet. My hands went to the front clasp of my black satin bra. I flicked the clasp but held the cups in place. Grant’s eyes moved to mine now. They were gleaming and dark with lust. I could barely make out the iridescent blue of his irises. He gave me a quirk of his eyebrow, silently questioning me on what I was doing.
I let go of the cups and let them fall open, revealing my puckered nipples. I shrugged my shoulder, letting the material caress my arms on the way down to the floor. My fingers hooked in the sides of my matching panties, and I lowered them down my legs agonizingly slow. The cool, smooth fabric aroused me further as it glided tantalizingly against my skin.
When I was completely naked, he crooked his finger at me. My stomach dropped at the hotness of that one little move. I was practically ready for him with just that.
I slinked my way seductively to him and stood before him, letting him peruse my body. I could practically feel his eyes as they trailed a path up my body and then down again. Like a soft caress.
His voice was low and gravelly when he commanded, “Turn around and get on the coffee table on all fours, facing away from me.”
I took a deep breath and did as I was told.
“Now bend over. I want to look at you. You have such a beautiful p-ssy, Elizabeth.”
I felt a surge of wetness between my legs at his words. With shaky hands, I lowered my torso to the table and placed my hands under my head.
I felt exposed and vulnerable. I could feel his gaze like a branding on my skin. I grew more aroused when I imagined what it must look like from his seat behind me. My ass cheeks spread and my p-ssy on display. My lips were probably glistening with the wetness that this whole scene had caused.
The anticipation of what he would do to me heightened the glorious tension building inside me. No wonder he was lord and master of orgasms. I was ready to have a massive one and he had yet to touch me.
“I love how wet you are for me. It makes me want to lick you. Would you like that, Elizabeth? Would you like my mouth on you? Tasting you? Biting you? Sucking you until your legs tremble and you scream my name? Licking you until you come so hard you forget where you are? Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me how badly you want it.”
I whimpered at his request. My mouth was so dry that I couldn’t speak. If I did it would be to beg him to f*ck me senseless.
“Tsk. Tsk. You have to tell me. I want to hear it.”
I forced my mouth open as my breathing became ragged. “I want your mouth between my legs. Make me come, Grant. Make me yours.”
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.”
I heard movement and held my breath while I waited for my reward. His finger brushed teasingly along my * and dipped partially into my p-ssy. My muscles immediately contracted and tried to suck him in further. I ached to be filled by him. I needed him like I needed my next breath.
“Such a greedy p-ssy,” he murmured right before he planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss between my legs. The sensations were exquisite. His tongue expertly dipped in and out of me, the same way he would my mouth. And when his finger brushed my * and began rubbing in circles my body tensed. He switched the positions of his hand and mouth and began pumping his fingers into me while his mouth continued its delicious movements.
My back bowed with the force of my orgasm as it shook my body. Grant continued to f*ck me with his fingers while I moaned and chanted his name.
Before I could come fully down, he plowed into me from behind. My head flew back with the intensity of the invasion against my still sensitive tissues.
“F*ck,” I cried out. My arms flew out in front of me, and I used them as leverage to slam back into him as best I could.
Grant smacked my ass, and the sting sent a jolt through my body that ended right between my legs. “I’m in control.”
I forced myself to stay still while he f*cked me relentlessly. He acted like a man possessed, and I loved every second of it.
“Condom,” I whimpered on a powerful thrust. Somehow my brain functioned enough to remember that crucial step of having sex.
“I took care of it,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Touch yourself, love. I’m almost there.”
I obeyed him and within seconds, I was coming apart at the seams again. He followed me with a hoarse cry of my name.
When his cock finished twitching, he planted himself to the root and sighed contentedly. His hands ran over my ass and up my back, making me shiver.
“I think I like playing,” I said in a soft and sleepy voice. My body was completely satisfied, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d fall asleep like this.
Grant’s laughter filled the air and settled warmly over my skin. It was such a rich and masculine sound. It made me warm and fuzzy inside to know I could make him be so carefree when he was normally so serious.
“Come. Let’s get cleaned up and get you to bed. I’m going to want to have my wicked way with you in the morning and you’ll need your rest beforehand.”
Yum. I. Could. Not. Wait.