by Ali Parker
I wasn’t about to get into all of that with her. That part of my life was off-limits. I’d give her snippets of information, but I would not let her in. I couldn’t. It was too risky.
“That is something that goes way back. Old news,” I said, effectively shutting down her line of questioning.
She nodded, clearly getting my drift. “Got it. Sorry to pry.”
“It’s okay. Jack and I have always had a strange relationship. I’ll admit there is a bit of a long-standing feud between us. I don’t dislike him, it’s just that I don’t trust him,” I explained.
“Grayson, I know it’s a sensitive subject, but Jack and I really were friends all those years ago. There was nothing between us. We were friends. We hung out and ate pizza and stuff like that,” she said in a soft voice.
I wanted to believe her. My life would be much easier if I did. “And now?” I asked.
She looked at me and smiled. “Nothing.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. I felt the tension almost immediately diffuse in the room. We had addressed the elephant in the room and now we could move on to more exciting topics.
“So, tell me more about you. Do you like to go clubbing often?” I asked, not meaning to revisit the subject, but I wanted to know.
She shook her head. “No, absolutely not. What you saw was a night out to get over a really shitty week. You remember that week, right?”
“I’ve apologized.”
“No, you actually haven’t yet, but I know you’re not going to. I don’t go to the clubs or bars often. I like to have an occasional drink with my friend and that’s it.”
I liked that. “Did you party a lot in college?”
She started laughing. “No. I’ve never been a big partier. I don’t like being drunk and out of control, especially around people I don’t know. I’m too cautious I guess.”
“I’m the same way,” I heard myself agreeing.
“Because you’re used to being in control.” She smirked.
“I am. It’s the only way I operate.”
She nodded, studying me. “I guess that’s what makes you so successful. You don’t let go of the reins.”
“I don’t. I’m a man who takes charge.”
“That’s for sure,” she muttered.
I nodded, glad she understood who I was. “Have you ever been engaged before?”
She laughed. “No. You?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“I have never been interested in any of that. I like my freedom.”
She laughed. “You make it sound like a prison.”
“For some I think it ends up being just that. For a man in my position, it isn’t just about being imprisoned. It’s about being used for my money and wealth.”
She nodded. “I see.”
“I’m sure you’ve had to be cautious as well.”
“Why?”
I loved that she was humble. I knew her net worth made her very comfortable. She didn’t act like some of the other women I had dated in the past who were so spoiled they refused to open a door themselves. I knew she was different.
“You’re not exactly a pauper. Don’t you worry a man will want to be with you for your money?”
“I don’t know. I guess I haven’t run into that problem. I don’t date all that much.”
That made me happy. However, I knew there was at least one man who had hurt her. I wanted to know the details. “What about serious relationships?”
She sighed, and I immediately felt jealous. “No. Not really.”
I remembered Jack had told me she’d been through a rough breakup and he didn’t want me to hurt her again. “Really? You didn’t have any boyfriends in college?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “Not really.”
Again, I felt like she was holding something back. I knew there was more to her story. I wanted to find out. I couldn’t trust her unless I knew more about who she was. “Why not? You’re attractive and smart. I can’t believe you’ve never had a real boyfriend.”
“Maybe it’s because I’ve always been a bit of a nerd,” she said with a smile.
“I doubt that. There is nothing nerdy about you.”
“What about you? Have you ever been in a serious relationship?”
I hesitated. “No.”
“Why not? You’re older than me and dubbed one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. How is it that some rich, young, beautiful blonde hasn’t managed to get you to marry her?”
I shook my head, giving her a heated look. “That’s not my style. I’m not big on blondes. I like my women sassy.”
She laughed. “Why? You are so dominating. I would think you like women who fawned all over you and asked how high when you commanded them to jump.”
“I’ve had plenty of those. More than my share.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Now you’re bragging?”
“No, I was only answering your question. I don’t want those women anymore. I want one woman—for now,” I clarified.
“Oh,” she murmured.
“Are you dating anyone?” I asked her pointedly. I had asked her before, but I wasn’t sure I could trust her.
She sighed. “I already told you I wasn’t. Grayson, you said you wanted to know me a little better. I need you to know I’m trustworthy. I have nothing to hide from you. I don’t want to hide anything. If you can’t trust me, then there’s no point in us even trying to pretend this little arrangement is going to work.”
I took a deep breath. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better. It isn’t in my nature to trust people or take them at face value.”
“I’m sorry for that, truly I am. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I don’t buy into that tough exterior you put out for the world to see. I think you are a lot of talk,” she said staring directly into my eyes.
That was bold. She was wrong, but I would let her think she could peel back my layers. Women liked that. “We’ll see,” I muttered.
She stood up. “I’m going to get us some more wine. All this talking is making me thirsty.”
As she moved to walk past me I reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her down into my lap.
“Come here,” I growled, pulling her to me.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Kissing you,” I said before putting my hand on the back of her head and bringing her to me.
My mouth closed over hers, not letting her wiggle away from me as my tongue plunged into hers, tasting her hot, sweet mouth. She moaned and pushed against me. I had missed her touch, her scent, her taste. I couldn’t let go, even though I promised myself to stay in full control.
Chapter 35
Hannah
I could feel his erection under my leg from where I was stretched across his lap. My body had craved his and having him close was making me crazy with need. I heard myself moan and felt like a complete fool but couldn’t stop myself. When he was like this, I didn’t care if he dominated me. I didn’t try to remind myself to fight him or try to push away.
His hands were moving up my back, unfastening my bra with one hand before he leaned back and yanked my tank off before stripping off my bra. His mouth immediately went to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth while cupping it. I leaned my head back, thrusting my breasts into his face, giving him full permission to feast upon my skin.
I was quivering with excitement, ready for him in every way.
“Grayson,” I said his name, not knowing what I was asking, but wanting to feel his name on my lips as his mouth moved up to my neck, sucking and nibbling with gusto.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured against my neck, just below my ear.
“I need you,” I replied, not ashamed to admit it.
“I know you do. I’m going to give you what you need,” he whispered before lifting me from his lap, putting me back on my feet next to the couch.
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ed down at him, pouting, missing the connection between our bodies. His hands reached up as he slid my shorts down my legs, leaving me standing in my purple thong. He scooted forward on the couch, his face lined up between my legs. His warm breath brushed over my bare thighs as his hands inched up my legs before moving to cup my ass.
He leaned his head back looking at me with heat in his eyes. The look was so hot I could feel my body creaming my panties. The man always made me wet without doing anything more than looking at me.
“Are you wet?” he asked in husky voice.
I nodded. “I am.”
“I want to see,” he whispered before hooking his fingers in the strings at my hips and pulling my panties down, his mouth hovering over my pussy as he did.
“I’m wet for you,” I told him.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.
I nodded, spreading my legs a little wider, looking down at him as he stared at the area that was freshly waxed.
“I need you,” I begged.
His fingers slithered up my inner thigh before his index finger slid over my wet clit. “You’re going to come quick, aren’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
I cried out as his fingers swept over the sensitive slit. “Yes!”
His index finger slipped inside me, my body swallowing him inside as my head dropped back, my hair brushing over my bare back. I should have been embarrassed by my position. I wasn’t. I was too horny. The fire he was stoking inside me with each stroke of his finger was burning through my body.
When he pulled his finger out, I whimpered at the loss. Both hands went to my hips, gripping my flesh as he pulled me against his face. Gentle, soft kisses over the sensitive flesh were making me crazy. When his tongue lapped over the folds, pushing inside my body, I felt my knees go weak.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling away, his words brushing over me.
“I can’t. I need it,” I replied through gasps for air.
His mouth closed over me again. His fiery tongue raked over my clit, stoking the little spark into an all-out flame coursing through my body. I burst into a million pieces as he feasted on my body. My hands went to his shoulders for support as I rocked against his face.
When the trembling slowed he leaned back against the couch, unbuttoning the slacks he had on and wriggling them down his hips, his cock springing free from the briefs as he moved. I looked down on him and dropped to my knees in front of him, quickly pulling off his shoes and pulling his pants all the way off.
“Suck me,” he ordered.
I looked up at him before moving to do as he asked. I grabbed his heavy cock, holding it to my mouth as I lapped and sucked, bobbing up and down on him. I heard him groan and knew I was giving him the same pleasure he had given me. I moved faster, sliding up and down while squeezing the base of his cock.
“No,” he grunted, pushing my head away and bringing my body over his.
I kneeled on the couch over him, thrilled to slide my body on to his. I paused, the head of his cock at my opening, before looking directly into his eyes. He looked completely serious as I slowly lowered myself onto his shaft. His eyes never left mine. It felt as if I was connecting with him on another level. His cock stretching and filling me completely as I sat on his lap, our eyes still holding each other.
I rolled forward, his hand still guiding me as he pushed my body backward. I moaned, the feeling of him buried so deep inside me was amazing. My hands started to work at the buttons of his shirt as I lazily fucked him. I was in no hurry for another climax. I wanted to enjoy every minute of the delicious ride. He sat forward, shifting his dick inside me.
“Oh God,” I screamed out as his mouth went to my breasts again.
I managed to work his arms out of the sleeves, before reaching for the hem of his undershirt, pulling away and tugging it over his head.
“Ride me fast and hard,” he demanded, his arms going around my waist as I bucked and bounced on his hard cock.
I was quickly spinning out of control, every roll taking me higher and higher until I found myself in a climax free fall, crying out and moaning as I held his head tight against my chest where his mouth sucked my nipple deep into his throat.
He shifted beneath me, rising up and standing, my legs straddled his waist as he walked with me clinging to his body, toward the hallway.
“Bed?” he said through gritted teeth.
“On the right.” I gasped.
He walked into my dark bedroom, finding my bed in the faint light coming through the window. My feet were lowered to the floor before he kissed me hard and deep. His hands roamed over my back, our bodies pressed tightly together, his slick with perspiration. My mouth went to his neck, I wanted to taste him, feel the blood rushing through his veins.
“Turn,” he ordered, stepping back.
I turned around, facing my bed, before glancing over my shoulder to see what he wanted me to do next. I was his to command, and I didn’t mind it in the least.
“Crawl up there,” he ordered.
I immediately climbed up on all fours, moving to the end and making room for him. He was behind me seconds later, his hands on my ass cheeks massaging and squeezing as he moved closer. I felt his cock moving against me and arched my back, ready to take him in deep.
His slow entrance had me gasping for air, my hands making fists in the blanket as I held on. He buried himself deep, then held perfectly still as my body squeezed and trembled around him. I could have died in that moment and never been happier. The feeling of being complete when his body was melded with mine was deeply satisfying on so many different levels.
When his arm went around my waist, I prepared myself to be pummeled hard and fast. Instead, he sat back on his knees, my body resting on his lap. Both his hands moved to my hips as he pushed me off and then lowered me back down. I gasped, feeling as if he had gone deeper than he had ever been before.
“Oh God,” I moaned, my body’s nerves short-circuiting with the delicious spirals of pleasure shooting out to all my limbs.
“Bounce!”
I nodded, bouncing up and down, whimpering and moaning as he filled me completely.
“Faster!”
I did as he asked. I could feel my body breaking apart as the orgasm began to build. He was suddenly on his knees behind me, pushing me back to all fours as he took over the speed. My body exploded around him, my arms collapsing, and my face buried in the bed as my body convulsed. I could hear his shouts of pleasure from some faraway place as my own body soared.
He pulled out, helping me get off the bed before jerking the covers back. “Get in bed,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.
“Stay,” I asked him in a quiet voice as I climbed between the sheets.
He crawled in next to me. I lay down on my back as he settled in next to me, his breathing still coming fast. Grayson lifted my hand and examined the ring on it. “Much better,” he said with a smile on his face.
I smiled in return. I hoped this was the start of something fresh and new. We could make it work. How could we have such amazing chemistry between us and not be able to make a relationship work? There was no way we weren’t meant to be together. It had to be fate. I was ready to put in the time and effort to find out who the man behind the iron mask was. I wouldn’t mind the effort at all. Every time we were together, I felt a little closer to him.
“I want this to work,” I said.
“Me too.”
“So now what?” I asked, realizing we really hadn’t solved much of anything.
He chuckled. “I’ll have my car take you to work in the morning after dropping me off at home to change.”
I rolled to my side, my hand on his chest. I leaned up and kissed him. His eyes opened as he looked down at me. “What was that for?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. A new beginning?”
He suddenly got a strange look on his face. He almost looked scared. Or maybe it was guilt I saw. “Oh.”
“Are you okay?”<
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He nodded. “I am. A little hungry, but a lot tired and I don’t want to get out of this bed,” he said, his other arm reaching across and grabbing my butt under the covers.
“I can make you a sandwich or something,” I offered.
He laughed. “No. You stay right here naked and next to me. I’ll survive a night without dinner, but I won’t survive your body getting out of this bed.”
“I think you will.”
He shook his head back and forth. “I don’t want to find out. I’m feeling like I need to make up for missed time. I need your body next to me in case I get a second wind.”
I put my leg across his lap, wanting to be as close to him as I could get without actually being joined with him. He was a lot like snuggling with a prickly cactus. I didn’t mind. I planned to wear him down a little at a time. I was going to get to the real man one way or another.
I sighed, resting my head against his chest. “I’ll be right here,” I promised.
“Good night,” he mumbled.
“Good night, Grayson,” I whispered, smiling as I closed my eyes.
I was confident this was a new day for our rather strange relationship. It wasn’t conventional by any means, but there was hope.
Chapter 36
Grayson
I opened my eyes and was a little surprised to find myself in Hannah’s bed. I hadn’t been drunk last night, but I never stayed the night with a woman. It was too intimate. There had been a few women who stayed the night at my place, but it was always a quick goodbye in the morning.
Her back was to me as she slept. I stared at her creamy white skin and thought about trailing a finger down her spine. I knew that would wake her up. I looked over at the clock and wondered if we had enough time for a quickie. I would love a little morning pick-me-up that included her riding me. I grinned, realizing that was probably not in the cards. Not this morning.
My stomach rumbled, reminding me I had skipped dinner last night. So, had she. I would make her breakfast. Hopefully, she had something in her kitchen that I could throw together. I got up and walked into the living room naked as the day I was born, hoping like hell she didn’t have a housekeeper or any other staff that came in in the morning. They would get a rather exciting surprise.