Page 15 of Broken Boss Daddy

“Why?”

Yeah, we weren’t going to talk about the why. “I’m a different person than I was when we met. There’s too much going on in my life for me just to jump back into everything with you.”

“Jess, I’m not asking you to do that. I’m asking for just one coffee, one hour of your time to get to know each other again. And if you never want to see me again after that, I’ll accept it. But don’t throw us away without even giving us a chance.”

I bit the inside of my lip. He had a point. My head screamed at me to walk away from him right then, to leave him in the past and forget that he existed. My heart on the other hand was panting at getting to spend some time with him. For once, I was going with the irrational choice.

“I have time now if you want that coffee,” I said.

“Now?”

“Yep. It’s now or never, big shot.” My smile broke free, and Grant returned it.

“Now is perfect. There’s a coffee shop just across the street.”

“Sounds good.”

Grant asked me to wait for him while he hurried to put his bag in his car. Barely five minutes later, we were walking across the street and my heart was in my throat, or it was at the bottom of my stomach. Who knew? The only thing I was sure of was that being in Grant’s presence made me feeleverything.

We spent the afternoon catching up with, mostly, everything that had occurred over our years apart. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy his company. I felt myself being drawn into his trap again, and for a second, I couldn’t care that I was.

Nothing else existed outside of the two of us at that table. Except for the thought of Abby. She was never far from my mind, especially when Grant was around.

Gosh, they reminded me so much of each other. It was that which kept me grounded in the present, and not taken back to the past with him. I had to focus on the little time I had with him because if Grant ever found out about Abby, that might be all I ever got.

It was nearing five o’clock when I mentioned I had to leave. Grant asked me what my plans were, and I obviously couldn’t tell him my plans were with our daughter. So instead, I made up an excuse about having work to do and stood up.

“So, do you never want to see me again, or can I ask for another coffee date?” Grant cheekily asked as we stepped out of the coffee shop.

“I suppose I could tolerate you for one more date.”

“Date, huh?”

“Oh, hush up.” I blushed. “I’m really glad we had this time together.”

We faced each other, and I couldn’t explain what happened to me. The only thing I could see was him and his delectable mouth.

There was this irresistible string pulling us together. Grant leaned down, and I closed the distance between us before I could back out of it.

Our lips closed around each other, and Grant’s hands encircled my waist. I nearly groaned out loud at his touch while I changed the angle of the kiss, getting as close to him as I could.

There was only Grant, and as our lips met again, it felt like coming home.

Chapter 8: Grant

(Flashback)

I ducked my head again, licking her slit and spreading her legs wider to get more of her.

“God, you taste so good,” I mumbled against her clit, sending a new wave of sensations through her.

From Jessica’s answering moan, I knew I had her just where I wanted her.

I went in again, and again, until all that was left of her was a quivering mess. Jess was on the edge of orgasming, the tightening of her legs around my head a telltale sign.

My tongue swelled up her flowing juices harder and faster than it did before, urging her to take that leap and give everything of herself to me. With one more tortuous lick and suck, she tensed, locking me between her thighs. I slowly let her ride out the sensation and cleaned up the rest of her delightful juices.

“Did I die?” she gasped out when her body finally relaxed.

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