Page 23 of The Spark Between Us

Something shifts in his expression—surprise, followed by something deeper, more intense.

"Ellie," he says softly, my name almost reverent on his lips. He cups my face in his hands, thumbs brushing my cheeks. "Are you sure about this? About me?"

"Of course. This doesn’t change anything," I whisper, leaning into his touch. "I want it to be you, Grant. You can make my dream come true."

He moves closer, his forehead resting against mine. "How could I ever say no to being your first?" he murmurs, the rough edge in his voice sending shivers down my spine.

Emboldened by his response, I let my hands wander down his chest to the waistband of his jeans again.

"I want to..." I swallow, gathering my courage. "I want to get on my knees for you," I admit, feeling my face flame even as I say it. "I've touched myself so many times thinking about it."

I can't believe these words are actually coming out of my mouth, but something about Grant makes me want to be completely honest about my desires—to let him see all of me, including the parts I've kept hidden from everyone else.

He makes a strangled sound, his fingers tightening on my waist.

"Jesus, Ellie," he breathes, his voice strained. "I had no idea... that you thought about me like that."

"Almost every night," I admit, my fingers toying with the button of his jeans. "For years."

"I'm so hard for you," he confesses, the words seeming to surprise even him. "Have been since the moment you walked in wearing that dress."

The raw honesty in his voice gives me the final push of courage I need. I slide off the desk, my legs a bit unsteady, and slowly sink to my knees in front of him. Looking up, I'm struck by the sight of Grant—shirtless, breathing hard, looking at me with such naked desire it makes my heart race.

With trembling fingers, I undo his belt, then the button of his jeans. The zipper slides down easily, and I can see the impressive outline of his cock straining against his briefs. I tug his jeans down his muscular thighs, then, after a moment's hesitation, hook my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pull them down as well.

His cock springs free, and I can't help the small gasp that escapes me. He's bigger than I expected, thick and hard, and for a moment I just stare, both intimidated and aroused.

"You don't have to do this," Grant says softly, his hand gently stroking my hair.

"I want to," I assure him, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. He's hot and smooth in my hand, and the groan he makes when I touch him sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me.

I pump my hand slowly, watching his expression to gauge his reaction. His eyes are hooded, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly. Encouraged, I lean forward and place a kiss on the tip.

"Fuck," he hisses, one hand bracing against the desk behind him.

Emboldened, I take him into my mouth, just the head at first, getting used to his taste. I've read about this and watched enough videos to have an idea of what to do, but the reality is so much more intense than I imagined.

I begin to bob my head, taking a little more of him with each movement. His hand tangles in my hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding on like he needs an anchor. The sounds he's making—deep groans and my name whispered like a prayer—tell me I must be doing something right.

His legs are trembling, and the power I feel in this moment is intoxicating. Grant Walker, always so controlled, is falling apart because of me. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, and am rewarded with a deep moan that seems to be torn from his very core.

"Ellie," he groans, his voice strained. "Your mouth..."

I look up at him through my lashes, never breaking rhythm, and the expression on his face—raw need mixed with something that looks like admiration—makes me feel more desirable than I ever have in my life.

This can't be real. But it is. Grant Walker wants me, desires me, and is trembling because of me. And I've never felt more alive.

"Ellie," Grant groans, his voice strained. "You need to stop." His hand gently tightens in my hair, guiding me back. "If you don't stop, I'm going to finish right here, and that's not how I want this to go."

I release him, looking up questioningly. "How do you want it to go?"

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he catches his breath.

"I want to be inside you," he says, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that sends shivers down my spine. "I want to be one with you."

This isn't just physical for him. He's not just saying what he thinks I want to hear. He genuinely wants a connection—with me.

Without a word, I stand and turn around, bending over the desk in front of us. I glance back over my shoulder to see Grant frozen, his eyes roaming over my back, my hips, my ass.

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