What in the world had he and Zora agreed to?
Chapter Five
Zora couldn’t get the images of her neighbors fucking against the wall of their house out of her mind as she drove to work. Right after Grant had walked out of the house and she’d locked the door as he’d asked her to, she went back to the kitchen to do some cleaning before she got ready for work. When she’d gone to the utility room, she heard a strange noise. Moaning, then a knocking sound, although the knocking didn’t sound like it was up against her house but close.
She’d peeked through the lace curtains in the utility room and saw Evan and Garland fucking like wild animals. Zora marveled at the strength it must have taken Evan to keep her lifted the way he had. Not like Garland was out of shape. The woman had corded muscles strapped all over her body, down her back, over her arms, through her legs.
Instead of having her hair pulled back in a ponytail or bun like she had before, Garland let her long brown hair flow down her back. When she’d tossed her head back, her hair dangled down almost to Evan’s shins.
Zora wondered if Grant had seen them. It wasn’t like Evan and Garland were trying to be discreet. If Grant had seen them, what did he think? Did he want to do that too? With her? Or with Garland?
After getting dressed, Zora headed to work. Once in the parking lot, she parked her car far from the building. She closed her eyes and thought of Grant.
The morning fuck session left her reeling. Maybe answering that questionnaire got to him. It certainly had gotten to her. She would have jumped on Grant when she went up to bed if he hadn’t looked so peaceful.
Zora ran her hand down her stomach as she sat in her car. Though her belly wasn’t huge by any stretch of the imagination, it wasn’t as flat as she would have liked. But Grant liked it. He loved caressing her body. She loved his hands. Strong, large, controlling. Every time he touched her he possessed her body.
Her hands coasted over her breasts. They brushed over her nipples, now pebbled under her touch. Once she got between her legs she stopped for a moment. Her heart pounded, anticipating her next move. Her labored breathing wouldn’t correct itself until she made that last relieving plunge inside. In her jeans it would be difficult to pleasure herself.
Difficult, but not impossible.
She didn’t want to do this alone. Zora dug through her purse and pulled out her cell phone. Grant would be at work right now but maybe he could find a nice, quiet corner to hide in or duck out in the men’s bathroom. She needed to hear him.
“Hey, darling,” he said.
She unfastened her jeans. Lifting her butt, she pulled them down to her knees.
“I need some help,” she said in a raspy voice.
“Did your car break down? Did the neighbors do something?”
She caught the frantic tone in his voice and she had to calm him before he stormed out of the building and headed back home.
“No. Not that kind. I’m at work.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m still in my car.”
“Okay?”
“I have my pants down.”
A pause lingered.
“Hold on.”
She thought she heard his footfalls on his end. She wasn’t sure. Her pounding heart sounded in her head.
“Okay, I’m outside. It’s the only place I can get privacy.”
“I’m touching myself.” The light caress of her fingers smoothed against her nether lips, tickling her but making her shiver all over. Her other hand gripped her phone as she explored deeper. Grant’s soulful brown eyes invaded her thoughts, making her clit pulsate.
“Are you thinking about me?” he asked in a low tone.
“Yes. I can see your eyes.” She moistened her lips. “I imagine my fingers are yours but they’re not as thick as your fingers. Maybe if I slip in a second one.” She slid her middle finger inside of her thick wetness, then gasped.
“That’s it. Now work it back and forth,” he instructed. “Think of it as my dick, baby. I want to be inside you right now.”
Rubbing the pads of her fingers against her simmering sex, she released a long breath. “I should have fucked you again when you were in the shower this morning.”
“Yeah, you should have. Why didn’t you?”
His response made her laugh.
“I wish I could see you, baby. You’re making me hard just thinking about you rubbing that sweet pussy of yours. Are you really out in your car?”
Zora couldn’t answer. She rested her head against the steering wheel, turning her face to the side to look at the building where she worked. Just as she plunged her fingers inside of her greedy pussy, she opened her eyes and caught one of her coworkers walking toward her.
“Oh, shit!” Zora scrambled to remove her hand and lift her pants.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Inez. She’s heading toward me.”
Inez was known as the mouth of the office and had a way of spreading rumors faster than a computer virus. The last thing she needed was for her coworker to squeal that Zora enjoyed fingering her pussy before work.
The closer Inez came, the faster Zora’s heart beat, until it was the only thing she heard in her head. She managed to lift her pants to her hips but she would have to raise them to get them fastened. So much for spontaneity.
“I gotta go.” She closed the phone on her man and threw it in her purse.
Zora’s slick fingers slipped on the button-fly on the jeans until she couldn’t fasten them. She glanced over when she heard Inez’s footsteps. Maybe if she pulled her shirt down, the woman wouldn’t be able to notice Zora’s half-dressed condition.
When she got to the front of Zora’s car, Inez stopped. Sweat beaded on Zora’s head until it ran down into her eyes. She stared at the young woman, who busied herself by digging through her purse. Once she retrieved her small, silver cell phone, she placed it to her ear and turned her back on Zora.
The short time allowed Zora to get out of the car and fasten her pants. Grabbing a bottle of hand sanitizer she kept in her purse, Zora covered her hands and rubbed vigorously to get rid of any telltale smells.
With her call ended, Inez twirled around, then said, “I thought you were off today.”
Zora made sure her clothes were straight, then slammed her car door. “I was, but Julie said I could come in if I wanted to. I was bored so I thought I would earn some extra money.”
“Bored? How could you be bored when you just moved to a house? I would be excited with trying to fix it up and paint it.”
Zora walked with her to the building. “Grant and I are doing that little by little. We don’t want to burn ourselves out.”
“I can dig it.” Inez nodded. She got to the building first and opened the door for Zora. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“Your cheeks are all flushed like you’ve been running around the building for a couple of hours.”
Zora put her hand to her face. “I don’t know. Maybe I had too much sun yesterday or something.”
Inez accepted that excuse with a nod. Heading back to the employee area, a chorus of dog howls and barks welcomed her. Cat meows came in as backup vocals to the dog barks. Zora put her purse into her locker, then headed to the shampoo area.
Pet grooming wasn’t a glamorous job and it certainly didn’t top anyone’s list as the most popular job in the world, but Zora enjoyed it. When the dogs or cats were sweet and wanted attention as you groomed them, it made doing the job worthwhile. She especially liked watching poodles getting groomed and having their curly hair styled so that when they walked around with their owners they looked like they were strutting.
Too bad Zora never got to do any of the styling. For the last two years she’d been at Doggie Style she’d been relegated to shampoo girl. She wanted more. Zora knew she could be a great stylist if given the chance.
As she headed to the back area, Julie came out of her office and stopped her.
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“Didn’t expect to see you today,” she said.
“I took you up on your offer to come in if I wanted overtime.”
“Good, because we definitely need it today. Karen called in sick so I’m down one stylist.”
Zora beamed. Her heart drummed in rhythm with the dog barks.
“I’ll have to take over as stylist today and I need you at the front desk.”
Zora felt the smile slip from her face. She should have told her boss that she was more than capable of grooming pets. She’d done well in her beauty academy training, graduating at the top of her class. Not only did she cut Grant’s hair regularly but she did her own.
Instead she let out a long, haggard breath and said, “Okay.”
“Good. Go relieve Inez and tell her I need her back here.”
Julie hurried to the wash area, leaving Zora alone.
Inez. She was newer at the job than Zora. It didn’t help that she was also younger. Zora took her time going to the desk. She gave Inez the news and listened to the young woman squeal with delight as she headed to the back area.
Zora sat at the desk feeling her heart beat slower than before. Now she felt more than ready to go into the neighborhood deal. If she couldn’t control her life at work, then she would do it at home…and have some fun to boot.
***
“The bitch is on the warpath this morning,” Grant’s coworker, Bret, said in a not so low whisper.
Grant didn’t have to look up to know Stephanie Stalhelm moved around him. She wore an overpowering scent that seemed more male than delicate female. Some men who’d stared at her long enough eventually had to look away as though backing away from a challenge.
Not him. He got so that he almost enjoyed the challenge. Since she caused his exquisite erection from Zora’s phone shenanigans to deflate, Stephanie would be getting him at his absolute worst.
Her tactics grated on his nerves. She bullied any employee who didn’t jump through all of her hoops. Grant wasn’t that type. He needed the job. And, damn, this place did pay him a lot of money. But he’d be damned if he would be someone’s pet.
“Did you finish the Wilson-Sloane financial report?” she asked as she stood behind him.
Grant contemplated whether he should even turn around to look at her.
“Not yet,” he answered, with his back to her.
He heard her take a long breath. Great. That normally signaled that a tirade would begin soon.
“In my office.” She stormed off without glancing behind her to make sure Grant was following.
He pushed himself back from his cubicle, stretched his arms over his head and then took his time getting to her office.
The blonde fury sat behind her desk, her gaze directly at him. “Close the door.”
Grant obliged. He could care less if his coworkers heard her chewing him out. It wouldn’t be the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. They all thought she was a tyrant in heels. So she came off more like an asshole instead of him appearing weak.
“I asked for that report to be done today,” she began.
“That’s right.” Grant stood in front of her desk, his hands clasped in front of him.
“Sit.”
He kept his gaze on her and didn’t move.
She cocked her head. “I told you to sit down.”
“I have a lot of work to do today. If this meeting is only about the report, I can tell you that it’ll be done before I go to lunch. I’ll have it on your desk in a couple of hours.” He hoped she caught the bored tone in his voice.
Her straight hair, parted in the middle, framed her face. Her green eyes held an icy stare that would melt any person, man or woman. To him, it just egged him on to keep pushing her back.
He turned to the door but stopped short of touching the doorknob when she said, “You know you’re still in your probation period.”
He turned to her. “Is that a threat?”
That question drew a snicker. “No, just a reminder. I don’t tolerate less-thanstellar work from anyone. Your school records mean nothing to me here. I want results.”
Flames licked the sides of his face as he turned to respond to her accusation that he wasn’t a worthy employee, just a guy who’d graduated at the top of his class when he’d returned to college.
“Don’t you have a report to do?” she said, cutting him off before he could say anything.
He turned to the door and stormed out, muttering, “Bitch” under his breath. At his desk, he gripped the back of his chair, unable to sit down now. She’d wound him up to the point of distraction. He needed to calm himself down. He needed a reason to stay at this job besides the great pay.
His gaze fell on a framed picture of Zora. Her sweet smile made his racing heart slow to a normal beat. His grip on the chair loosened. When he remembered the kiss they’d shared in the kitchen when he played with her tit, he felt a gentle stirring under his belt that he couldn’t ignore. Then the phone call hit him again.
Fuck!
Taking long strides, he went to the end of the hallway to the men’s bathroom. Checking under each stall and by the row of urinals, he found the place empty. He ducked into the end stall and locked himself inside.
He remained standing although he faced forward like he was about to sit on the commode. After dropping his pants, he wadded a handful of toilet paper and held it in one hand. The other he wrapped around his stiff shaft. With a slow and easy movement, he stroked himself, pulsing his hand at the tip.
He closed his eyes. Zora’s image flooded his thoughts. It wasn’t the Zora who came to bed in his t-shirts and snored lightly in his ear at night. This was the Zora who once gave him the best hand job he’d ever had. The softness of her hand still made his skin tingle. When he remembered how she’d wrapped her lips around his cock, he groaned.
His legs trembled until he thought he would drop to his knees soon. He couldn’t wait to get home now to see her. Forget dinner. He wanted to shove his head between her legs and give her an orgasm that would rival Garland’s that morning.
Damn, had he actually thought about his neighbors just now? What was it about that neighborhood? Sex consumed his thoughts more than ever.
Grant jerked his hand faster. He felt his balls start to tighten. His stomach compressed and his breathing sounded staggered. When he remembered how sweet Zora smelled, the taste of her pussy juice, the way she called his name during sex, Grant couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck!” he said between gritted teeth.
He covered the tip of his cock with the wad of paper just as someone walked into the bathroom. The rough paper caught the result of his pent-up frustrations. Leaning against the stall wall, Grant struggled to regain composure.
He shook his head. He couldn’t keep doing this. He couldn’t keep jerking off in the men’s bathroom to calm himself down when his tight-ass boss pissed him off. Something had to happen.
***
Zora’s knee bounced as she and Grant sat in the lab waiting room. When he’d gotten home from work, he’d pounced on her like a lion after a wounded elk. Her face and mouth were met with a barrage of kisses. Her body had been assaulted with roaming hands and nimble fingers.
And she wanted him. After that steamy call from this morning, she really needed to relieve some tension.
Before they could both back out of the lab appointment, Zora had headed to the car hoping beyond hope he would follow.
He had.
Grant squeezed her hand as they waited. She gazed at him. His compassionate eyes washed over her like a warm blanket.
“It’s just a test. We’ll be okay,” he said.
“That’s not why I’m so nervous.” She resumed her knee bounce as she rubbed her free hand up and down her skirt to dry it.
“What’s wrong?”
Zora had to take in a deep breath and release it through her mouth several times before she could say what was on her mind. Would Grant understand? Hell, did she even underst
and what she wanted?
“Zora?” He brought the union of their hands onto his lap and covered it with his other hand. “If you don’t want to do this then---”
“No, that’s the problem.” She stared at him. “I want to do this. Is that crazy?”
“Just when I didn’t think you could shock me any more than you already have, you surprise me with this.”
She put her free hand on his knee. “Is it strange that I want to see you with Winta?”
Grant hesitated before he answered. He felt like it was one of those questions like, “Do you think I look fat in this?” He couldn’t answer this question right even if he tried.
“I think she’s gorgeous,” she said.
Grant released the breath he’d taken when she’d asked the question.
“This would be the perfect thing for us to do before we get married. I don’t want you to ever get bored with me.”
He cupped her face. “Not possible. Its stunts like this that keeps me on my toes.” He placed a soft kiss on her lips, then slipped the tip of his tongue into her mouth. When he pulled back he asked, “Just so I’m clear. You do understand that we’ll be having sex with our neighbors?”
Zora whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait until one of the other women gets to experience your incredible mouth on her pussy.”
She laughed. When the nurse called them to the back, the laughter stopped.
“Are you ready?” Zora asked.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter Six
A week went by and, aside from the usual morning and evening sex parade that occurred outside of Grant and Zora’s house every day, it had been quiet. The neighbors all waved, even Lynia when she wasn’t trussed up like a turkey in front of the house.
In that time, Zora and Grant managed to make the house livable. Gone were all the boxes and newspapers. While Grant worked during the day, Zora spent her time painting each room. She started with the living room and had finished the dining room and kitchen on her own. Grant told her to stop and that he would finish the rest of the house during the weekend.
The weekend arrived. Zora loved Saturday mornings more than Sunday mornings. It was the first day after a grueling week of work that they both got to sleep in instead of rushing off.
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