Page 44 of Resisting the Grump

I eased off to see if he really meant it.

“Thank you,” he said into my hair before his thumb flicked a switch between my legs.

I gasped, and a devilish grin spread across his face. “Melt for me,” he said as my body pulsed around him.

I tightened my grip on his cock, and when my neck fell back, he dropped his lips to it, sucking my delicate skin as I shook in his arms and flooded his fingers with my pleasure.

When I finally caught my breath, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed, but if there were half as many stars in my eyes as there were in his, our bliss was written all over our faces.

He leaned down and snagged my bottom lip with his teeth. “Your body…” He shook his head and pulled his silky fingers from between my legs, sucking them clean as his eyes searched mine.

“Your turn,” I said, stroking him gently again, marveling at how good he felt in my hand.

He took his dick from me and put it back in his pants carefully.

I opened my mouth to object—

“I love that idea,” he said, pushing some flyaways from my face. “Let’s get out of here.”

Light filled my chest as I looked up at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”

T W E N T YF O U R

- Oliver -

I was wondering the best way to tell her I lived in her building when she asked if I’d come up for a drink and waggled her eyebrows at me.

“If you insist,” I said, reaching for my wallet.

“I got it,” she said, handing some money to the taxi driver.

I scolded her with my eyes.

“Oh relax,” she said, shooing me out the car. “You got dinner.”

“Next ride’s on me.”

She shot me a smile so sassy I felt it in my knees as I stepped onto the curb.

“Home sweet home,” she said, swinging the door shut.

I tapped the top of the cab before letting my eyes drift up the apartment building before us. My apartment building. Just say you live here, I thought. “What floor do you live on?”

“Six,” she said.

My stomach twisted.

“Why?”

“I live on the sixth floor, too.”

“What are the chances?” she asked, pulling the door open and leading the way inside.

I was about to elaborate when she continued.

“Hope you’ve had better luck with your neighbors than I’ve had.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering if she knew Elaine. Maybe she could return the package? Scratch that. Probably best to avoid telling that story.

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