Page 10 of Romanced By the Silver Fox

“Can I offer you a drink?” I ask. Truthfully, I’m not even sure what I have to offer.

“I’m fine,” Grant says softly.

His eyes roam over my body, heating my skin with just a glance. Beneath his gaze, my breasts grow heavy, and my skin feels too tight. I look away, unable to meet his eyes.

Grant drapes himself on the sofa and pats the seat beside him. “Come here,” he orders.

I want to resist, but the command in his voice thrills me to the core. I take a seat.

He unbuckles the straps on my high heels, carefully setting them on the floor one at a time. Then he takes my feet in his large, strong hands and starts to massage them. I moan in grateful bliss and immediately relax into his touch.

He takes his time, rubbing my feet, ankles, and calves with firm strokes.

“Yum. You’re still so good at this,” I murmur.

Grant makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a bark. “You are easily satisfied.”

It’s true. I’ve always been a sucker for a good massage. Or even a mediocre one. But Grant is the only person who has ever put me in this state of semi-conscious bliss.

I moan as his hands coast up and up, past the back of my knees, and dig into my thighs. It’s been a long day of travel and I am more than a little worn out. I should put a stop to this and go to bed now. But I’m so relaxed on this couch and Grant’s hands feel so very good…

“Are you comfortable?” His voice is tense.

“Mm-hmm.” I’m positively boneless. He gently shifts my dress higher. This feels like déjà vu. So many nights, we ended up like this, sprawled across the couch in our tiny apartment. I smile lazily at the memory. Inevitably, we’d end up making love right then and there.

“Genie?”

“Yes?” I make my way up to a sitting position. The sight of him between my legs makes my pussy throb.

“Do you still want that kiss?” he asks. His voice is deep. Urgent.

Grant’s hands are on the inside of my thighs. I feel them tremble with need. If I say yes, I have no doubt that he will turn my world inside out.

“I do.”

Grant shifts the thin fabric of my thong to the side and presses his mouth to my pussy. I make a strangled, desperate noise as he licks and teases and strums my body like a guitar. I thrash wildly beneath his onslaught, alternately gripping his hair, holding on to his ears and calling his name.

He is relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure. Grant uses his lips and tongue and thumbs to work me over, bringing me just to the edge of pleasure again and again until he finally twists two fingers deep inside me while gently sucking my clit. I call his name in a long, keening cry as my orgasm explodes from the depths of my soul.

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A delicate gongsounds somewhere near my right ear. My eyes peel themselves open and I find myself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling.

Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I reach for the very gentle alarm clock, with its lovely soft chime, and turn it off. Leisurely, I sprawl across the bed, rubbing myself on the sheets like a cat. The thread count on these must be in the thousands.

I check the time. Usually I’m up at 5:30, but I didn’t bother setting an alarm. It’s probably just being on the West Coast. Except that it’s 8:30 here, which means I’ve slept in for three hours. Add in the time difference between New York and here for an additional three hours to my total.

I never sleep this long. Goodness. Whatever I did last night needs to happen again. That was —

Memories of last night flood into my brain. Me asking Grant for a kiss. Him giving it to me in the hottest way possible. The silver of his hair gleaming in the light as he worked between my thighs. Me calling out his name as wave after wave of pleasure hit me.

Grant carrying me down the hall to the bedroom, and the feel of his broad chest as I clung to him. The way he so gently helped me out of my dress and tucked me in.

A knock sounds at the door of my suite. Oh, crap. I throw on one of the hotel robes, hurry to the entrance, and look through the peephole.

Of course it’s him.

Okay. I can do this. I just need to be cool. I did sort of agree to spend the next three days with him if he kissed me. I should have known he wouldn’t play fair. Though I certainly can’t complain about the way he completed the assignment.

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