Page 24 of Stars & Sparks Forever

Lana. Definitely Lana.

As if on cue, my phone vibrated.

Can I come over?

G: Of course.

L: Thanks for rescuing me. It’s been a rough day

I typedAnything for you,then erased it.Too much, too soon, Grant.

Instead, I wrote,Sorry to hear. Hope I can make you feel better.

Sexy, suggestive, but not over the top. Perfect.

I hit send, then settled back onto the couch and continued reviewing the brief for tomorrow. This divorce case was turning into a real doozy. Between the two of them, they had three kids, four houses, a small business, and a dog. And we hadn’t even started talking about alimony yet. I foresaw lots of billable hours in my future.

Knock, knock.There was a light tap on the front door.

Lana.

I hurried to the door, opening it for her. “Come on in.”

She didn’t say a word, just leaned into me, placing a slow, sizzling kiss on my lips. I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her close, and quietly shut the door.

“Hey,” I murmured, my hands dropping lower, skating over her ass.

“Mmm, I should have never left you today,” she whispered.

“Agreed,” I said, teasing her mouth with my tongue. She opened to me and I swept in, kissing her long and hard there in the tiny foyer, her back up against the door.

“Did you miss me?” she asked, her hand moving down to my cock, stroking me through the thin fabric of my gym shorts.

“Not at all,” I joked, shaking my head.

She giggled, giving my hard cock a teasing squeeze. “Mmm-hmm, you expect me to believe that?”

“No. Do you want some wine?”

“What’re you having?”

“Bourbon.”

“I’ll take that.”

“Alright.” She followed me to the bar in the kitchen, where I prepared her drink. “Here you go,” I said, handing her the amber liquid.

She took a small sip and I watched her face as the sharp liquid stung, then mellowed in her mouth.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Sure. Want to sit outside?”

She nodded. I shut down my laptop, dimming the light in the living room, then we headed out to the patio.

“Nice night,” she said, sitting down on the couch. I set my drink on the side table, took a seat next to her. The moonlight spilled through the slats of the pergola, highlighting her cheekbones, the jade green of her eyes.

“It is.”

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