Page 16 of The Grump's Assistant

Our lips meet, briefly at first, and then again with more intention. I slide my tongue between her parted lips, swallowing down her surprised gasp. Juniper lets out the softest moan when I lick the roof of her mouth. I do it again, loving the way she shivers at my touch.

Walking us back a few steps, I pin Juniper against the counter, growling with approval when she immediately grinds down on me. The heat of her pussy makes my already hard cock swell even more, imprinting the metal zipper on my sensitive skin. It sends a jolt of pain right along with the pleasure coursing through my body.

“Fuck,” I grunt, pulling back slightly to take in Juniper’s disheveled state. With rosy cheeks, glossy eyes, and tangled hair, my angel looks more like a temptress.Mine. All mine.

Standing up on her tiptoes, Juniper winds her arms around my neck and pulls me down, sealing her mouth over mine. I love it. Love that she’s as desperate as I am. That has to be a good sign, right? I’ll make her addicted to my kisses, my touch, my everything. It’s all for her now.

I fall into Juniper’s wanton kiss, meeting her with just as much passion as she’s showing me. Drinking down her sweetness, I glide my hands down her sides and grip her hips, rocking her against my throbbing dick. She jumps and whimpers when I bump against her clit, and fuck,fuck, I think I might come from that sound alone.

I continue thrusting against her sensitive bundle of nerves, already addicted to giving this angel pleasure. Trailing my lips down her throat, I lick and nip the skin on the way. Juniper lets out a shaky breath, tipping her head back to allow me better access.

I nuzzle into the side of her neck, pausing to gather my thoughts. Juniper weaves her fingers through my hair in the most tender of touches, stroking my scalp as I breathe her in. This moment is somehow more intimate than the kiss we just shared.

Lifting my head, I peer into those clear green eyes, making sure she’s okay with everything that just happened. I’m met with a shy yet filthy smile, like we’re keeping a dirty secret. I don’t want Juniper to be a secret, but Jesus, the look in her eye is so deviant, I might have to coax it out of her again.

“Any more questions?” I ask, tucking some hair behind her ear as we untangle from each other. The red strands are velvety soft, and I rub them between my fingers for a second, luxuriating in the texture. I want to feel her hair brush against my thighs as Juniper rides me hard and tips her head back. I want to see the fiery red locks spread out on my pillow as I kiss my way down her body.

“Yeah, lots,” Juniper says with a twinkle in her eye. “But I promised Mom I’d make chicken pot pie for dinner if she went to the hospital. I better get started on that.”

I press a kiss on her forehead, closing my eyes and savoring her soft skin against my lips. How did Juniper, my sassy little assistant, become the most precious, important thing in my life so quickly?

“I can order dinner if you don’t want to cook. I can get anything catered, just name your favorite food.”

She considers my offer for a moment before shaking her head no. “I’ve got chicken I need to use up, and besides, I like cooking. It’s soothing, I guess. I can’t control much in my life, but when I’m in the kitchen, I’m in charge.”

I nod thoughtfully, eating up every word she’s saying. I want to know everything about my angel. It pains me that she feels so out of control about her life, but it’s understandable. She’s notalone anymore, though. I’m damn proud of my girl for finding a way to cope until I showed up.

“Can I help? I’m not much of a cook,” I admit.

“Nope,” Juniper responds, popping the “p” as she gives me a breathtaking smile. “I’m in charge here, Mr. Sloan, remember? And I’m kicking you out of the kitchen.”

“But–”

“Shoo! Go entertain my mom. She seems smitten with you.”

“Is she the only one?”

Juniper blushes, looking down before meeting my gaze. “No,” she whispers.

“Good,” I say with a satisfied smirk. “We’ll continue this discussion later then.”

“Did we do much talking?” she teases.

“Just the right amount, in my opinion. Maybe too much.”

“Mmhm.” Juniper rolls her eyes as I step out of the kitchen. I’m ridiculously happy I got her to joke around after her breakdown. Now I just need to convince her to give me a real shot at winning her heart.

7

JUNIPER

“Are you sure you’re feeling better today?” I ask my mom as I shove my wallet and keys into my purse. “I can stay home with you another day.”

“Nonsense. You need to work, and I need to rest. No offense, dear, but you can be a mother hen sometimes.”

I glare at her, but then laugh as she gives me an exasperated shrug. I know I can be intense when it comes to her care, but someone has to be. It took months to convince her to go to the doctor in the first place. I shudder to think what could have happened if we hadn’t caught the cancer early on.

Taking one last look in the hallway mirror, I straighten my pencil skirt and brush a few wayward strands of hair out of my face. My stomach swirls with nerves and anticipation. I’m not sure what today will bring after everything that happened last night.

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