Chapter 33

I leanmy forearms on Hadley's desk. Post-It notes fasten to almost every surface with reminders of liquor shipments and picking up a birthday present for her dad. I can feel my arousal drip from me as I listen and anticipate what's coming next. His belt clinks as it unbuckles. And I can't help it, I need to look again. I watch as he rips the button of his jeans open, taking down the zipper in the process. I lick my lips as he reaches into his black boxer briefs and takes out his thick cock. Hard and ready for me. My pussy tingles at the sight of him jerking himself with one hand as he fists the material around my waist.

The moment I locked eyes with him, when Phillip was in front of me, I felt stronger. Safe. I didn't care about what was in my past, what I had done, or the person I thought I had wanted to pick me. The only thing I wanted was for Phillip to forget he had seen me. And to get back to my new life. I'll worry about telling Bea when I can think. But right now, the only thing I can do is want and feel. To be present. I want Grant in a way that I haven't ever wanted anything. If he asks me to beg, I would. Wholeheartedly. If he asks me again if I'm safe, I'll bare every last detail.

He grips each ass cheek like he can't get enough in his hands and spreads me open. His gaze stays fixated at what he wants—bent over and tilted up for him. When I wiggle it, his lips tilt up into a smirk that I can't read. "So fucking pretty," he says, leaning forward, and then spits right on my pussy.

It's the dirtiest thing anyone has ever done to me. The feeling of it slowly dripping down my center ignites some kind of new fire deep within my core, and I release a long, needy whimper.

"You like that, honey? Doing whatever I want to what's mine?"

I hum as my belly flutters, and then moan some distorted version of "yes" as he pushes his free hand up my back and threads his fingers into my hair. Grasping a handful, he pulls my strands taut so my head tips back as he drags the head of his cock through my pussy to coat himself in us.

"That's it, I want to hear your moans. I don't care if this whole fucking bar hears. Don't be quiet. Not for me." And then he pushes into me all the way to the hilt, hips pressing firmly against my ass. The way he fills me steals the breath from my lungs every time.

"Fuck, it's so good." A growl escapes his throat as his head tilts back.

"So full," I exhale, along with another combination of nonsense that, at the core of it, are moans of complete and utter pleasure. His hips roll into me, slow and deep, like he needs to feel every inch he can. He fucks me carefully, intensely, like he's losing himself in my body the same way I'm lost at the rhythm of his.

The sounds he makes behind me urge me to do the same. "Grant."

"That's it, baby. Tell me." With his hand still wrapped in my hair, his other loops around my middle, pulling me up from the desk and flush against his chest. He never stops moving, his hips thrusting into me, pulling the filthiest sounds from our bodies that already have me tightening around his length.

I turn my head to look at him, and as soon as our eyes meet, he's devouring my lips. His tongue dances with mine as all my senses are overtaken. I don't want my orgasm to come just yet; I'm too consumed by this intoxicating feeling. This moment. With him.

"You feel so good, honey. I don't think—Fuck."

I move so that I'm meeting his body every time he rolls his hips into me. "Harder, baby. I don't want to forget this any time soon." I plead. I try grabbing at his shirt, looking to hold on to something for purchase as he holds me up against him, his front to my back.

He does exactly as I ask, picking up the punishingly slow pace and hitting a spot so deep that my legs begin to shake. When he drags his teeth and lips down the side of my neck, I wrap my arm up and behind his neck. The heavy breathing and the sounds he makes every time his cock glides in deep are what will tip me over so quickly. Words and the world around us are suddenly muted. My body tenses, warning me that nothing is going to hold back this release from shattering me completely. Tingles whirl along the surface of my skin and a sense of cool numbness draws nearer toward my pussy. He holds me tighter with one arm under my breasts and the other snaked down to the bundle of nerves that will be my undoing. The hard fuck from behind and the pressure from his fingers has me pleading and repeating, "Don't stop. Don't stop."

I'm going to come apart any moment and he knows it. Feels it. Holding me tighter, I can feel him losing control too. "That's my girl. You're going to take everything I give you, aren't you?" I grip onto his arms, my nails digging into him as an answer. Everything. His chest rumbles as I lean my head back against his shoulder, his mouth covering my neck, and he nips at my skin. It's the sound of filthy pleasure escaping his lips, a deep, breathy sound of need and his words that have me falling completely apart. "Come for me, honey." His lips move against my skin as he whispers, "That's it. This perfect pussy. She's just made a mess all over my cock."

My hearing dulls and it's only the sounds of my own moan and his that register. Only when I fully melt with satisfaction does his body tense behind me, then seconds later, chasing my orgasm with his. He pulls out of me, and I feel his release splash against my skin as he jerks his cock between our bodies.

"Fuck, baby," he groans. He still holds me tight across the middle as his forehead rests on my shoulder. His chest rises and falls at the same deep and quick pace as mine. "Messy enough for you," he says with a grin as he rubs his cock around my lower back and down my ass where his cum drips.

"For now."

His arm snakes up between my breasts as his hand wraps around my throat, turning my head toward my shoulder so he can kiss me. "Now you look more like mine."

"I dunno, cowboy, you seem an awful lot like mine right now."

He lets out a laugh. "You're not wrong." Leaning in, he kisses my nose. "Let's get you cleaned up."

As I rest on the desk, he wipes up his mess with a scarf that was hung on the back of Hadley's door—hopefully, it wasn't something she'll be looking for later. Bending over, his knees crack, as he pulls my bottoms back up my legs. He leaves a path of kisses along my inner thigh as he does, and it shouldn't make me want more. I should feel sated, but in reality, he's only perked up my appetite. And the next words out of his mouth don't help matters.

"What if I don't want to go back to the party and watch you serve anyone else tonight? What if I'd rather just spend the rest of the night figuring out all the ways I can serve you?"

I peer back and watch as he trails his hands back up my body again. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I play with the hair along the nape of his neck. The place he loves to touch whenever he's uncomfortable or thinking. His tell. He leans into me, dragging his nose along my jaw, and I melt into the way this feels. Touching him this way and feeling how it softens him for me.

Kissing me once more, he looks at me like he has so much more to say. And I want to hear all of it.

"Take me home, cowboy."