Page 50 of Blood Ties
“Then they’ll learn that next time, they need to knock before busting through a closed door.” He shoved my skirt up to my hips and lifted me onto the table before burying his head between my legs. I gasped with the sheer ferocity. His skilled tongue flicked and swirled over my moist, sensitive flesh. My fingers thread through his hair coaxing him closer. I opened my eyes and looked out the window before me. Out there the entire city could be watching this man bring me to the brink. I’d be lying if I said that the thought hadn’t turned me on. Gripping my hips, Grayson pulled me closer, sending me straight over the cliff I was resting on. My eyes closed as the moans of ecstasy escaped me. White stars covered the blackness behind my eye lids.
When I opened them again, Grayson was standing before me with a devilish grin on his handsome face. “Better?” He asked.
“Not quite,” I insisted, sliding off the table tugging my skirt back in place. His brow knitted, probably thinking that his mad skills hadn’t left me completely sated. They had, in a way, but not in another.
A wicked look spread across my face as I pressed my hand against his chest, forcing him to step back, until we had traded places. Running my fingers down his lean, defined muscles, they came to a stop at his belt. Making quick work of it, I unbuckled it.
“My turn,” I suggested as I dropped to my knees. I took my time freeing him, letting my hand grip and stroke his hard manhood. When I finally pulled him from the confines of his clothing, I looked up at Grayson from under my lashes. I kept my eyes locked on his as I took him into my mouth. He groaned, closing his eyes from the pleasure of it. Part of me felt giddy and for a brief moment I had forgotten where we were and why I was there. I moved my mouth up and down on him. I swirled my tongue around his tip, doing anything and everything I could to draw the moment of ecstasy out as long as I could, when suddenly the door opened.
“Grayson, here you are,” a woman uttered, not noticing that I was in front of him.
Without thinking, I released Grayson and peeked around him to see who had interrupted us. Her eyes locked on me and her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. She quickly put her back to us, but didn’t leave.
“Oh, I am so sorry. My assistant said you were ready for lunch.”
I stood and both Grayson and I tried to make ourselves less disheveled.
“It’s alright Chloe. I thought I had locked the door,” he mumbled, feeling the frustration from the lack of gratification.
“You probably did, but they don’t lock. My guess is to prevent things like this from happening.”
Once Grayson was back to his earlier perfection, he started walking around the conference table, towards the door. I quickly grabbed his arm, halting him.
“What about my panties?” I whispered, barely audible.
“Think about it as justification. We’re both left wanting something we can’t have at the moment,” he whispered back, just loud enough for only me to hear. With a quick wink, he headed towards the door. “Shall we?”
Sitting across the table from Chloe, I realized I didn’t like her. It started with her first comment from the moment we arrived at the restaurant, when she tastelessly questioned,
“So when did you become Mr. Exhibitionist? I remember a time when you didn’t even want to have sex outside of the bedroom, forget about doing it at the office.”
And just like that, I now had repulsive images of her and Grayson in the bed we shared. Now, we sat across from her listening to her babble on about her sex life and the strange places she’s had it in. I guess it was her way of trying to relieve the awkwardness of her stumbling in on us. It wasn’t working.
“What about you, Gaby?” she pried.
“What about me, what?”
Grayson had been leaning back in the booth that we sat with his arm casually draped around me. He now sat forward, joining the conversation.
“Chloe, I don’t think that that’s…” he started, but she cut him off.
“Oh come on, Grayson. We’re all friends here.” She then turned her gaze onto me. “So where are some strange places that you had sex, before Grayson?”
“Chloe?” Grayson was trying, but she just wasn’t listening.
She was leaning across the table readying herself for my answer. I wasn’t sure why she was pushing so hard.
“Nowhere,” I stated casually.
“Oh, come on. I just caught you two in the conference room.”
“Leave it alone, Chloe.” Grayson spoke firmly.
“What? Do you not know each other’s history?”
“Not that it’s really any of your business, but I am immensely familiar with her history. Now can we please change the subject?” Grayson’s words did little to sate her as she continued to press. I had finally reached my breaking point.
“Chloe!” I exclaimed, bringing her gaze to mine. “No. More. Talking.” I was forceful, feeling my influence flow from me.
