“Where are we going?” Leigh asks as I quicken our pace. “Grant . . . wait.”
I stop and pull her toward the railing at the far end of the third level. I spin her around so her hands are on the railing.
“What are you doing?” she asks, looking over her shoulder at me.
“I told you, I want dessert.” I place my hands on her shoulders, running them softly down the smoothness of her bare skin. I follow the movements with a kiss on each shoulder.
“Here? No, Grant!” She spins around, placing her palms flat against my chest.
“Now, is that any way to talk to your husband?” I smile as I brush a tendril of hair behind her ear.
“Yeah, what was that about and when did we decide to tell people about the baby?”
“We got the okay from the doctor, and honestly, it’s killing me to keep it inside. We’ll tell our friends and family together; I just had to tell someone.”
She smiles and runs her hands over my chest before lifting herself up on her tippy toes and kissing me gently, but it doesn’t stop there. I press against her, deepening the kiss and growling into her mouth.
“You drive me fucking crazy.” I grab her hand, trailing it down my body until I settle it on my raging hard-on.
“You feel that? That’s what you do to me.” I nip at her lips, my tongue sliding into her mouth as she runs her hand up and down my length before releasing me.
“Grant,” she moans, but I cut her off before she can protest again.
“Your hips look fuller, and the material of this dress accentuates it. I’ve been staring at it all night—the way your ass moves beneath it.” I lean down and drag my tongue up her neck. “The sway of your hips as you walk. All I can think about is licking your tight, pink pussy and having you come on my tongue.”
I’m like a starving man right now, pawing at every inch of her body as I lose my mind.
“Be a good wife and turn around so I can have a taste,” I whisper in her ear as I spin her back around.
“I’m not your wife,” she teases, “but seriously, cameras.”
I cock my hand back, bringing it back swiftly to land on her ass with a loud smack! She yelps but I shove my tongue down her throat to muffle it.
“You will be my wife,” I say. “Now, put your hands on the fucking railing and don’t say another goddamn word unless it’s my name.” This time she obeys, the tone of my voice clearly conveying to her that I’m not messing around.
I continue exploring her body with my hands, running them over her warm skin as I kick her legs further apart. I squat down for a second, placing my hand beneath her dress at her ankle before dragging it slowly up her inner thigh.
She shudders a little as my fingertips trail her skin. I lean my chest against her back, kissing along her neck as I begin to whisper every filthy thought I’ve had about her this evening.
“All I’ve thought about tonight is the taste of your sweet juice on my lips,” I murmur as I run my fingers softly over her warm mound. The silk of her panties is already wet. I push it aside, running my middle finger over her slick folds a few times. I see her head fall forward a fraction as she grips the railing in front of her. As I slide my finger inside her, a small moan escapes her throat as I pull it out and do it again. I repeat the motion, picking up a steady pace before inserting a second finger inside her.
“Tonight when we get home, I want you to sit on my face. I want you to grip the headboard on our bed and fuck my face with this juicy pussy. And after you’ve come all over my tongue, I want you to lie back so I can slide that toy we got you inside here.” I drag my fingers out of her heat and move them to her taut asshole. She gasps and I shove my fingers back inside her pussy and begin thrusting harder and faster.
“I want that toy in your ass so when my cock is plunged deep inside you, you’ll be so full you won’t be able to think straight.”
She grips the railing tighter, her breath coming out loud and jagged as she bites her bottom lip to stifle the moans I know she wants to let loose.
“Every time I slam my cock inside you, you’ll feel that toy deep inside your ass too.” She quivers, her insides tightening around my fingers so hard as her fingers curl into the railing. The orgasm is long and intense as it washes over her, wave after wave.
I slowly pull my fingers from her body and bring them to my lips. I inhale the scent first and look as they glisten in the moonlight that penetrates the hall. I place them in my mouth, licking every ounce of her off of me before spinning her around to face me.
“You have no idea how hard it is not to take you right now,” I say as I reach in my suit pants and adjust my cock.
This time it’s Leigh who grabs my hand, pulling me wordlessly down the hall and into the women’s restroom. She flicks on the light before reaching around me to lock the door.
“Fuck me,” she says breathlessly as she grabs my coat and pulls my mouth to hers. It’s frantic and rushed. I grab her by the waist and set her on the counter. She rushes to pull her dress up her thighs as I hurry to free myself from my pants.
If I had to guess, it’s maybe 90 seconds of flesh-slapping, grunting, and pounding before we’re both grabbing at each other and coming undone. I rest my forehead against hers as we catch our breath. I kiss her before helping her off the counter.
We both clean ourselves up, readjusting our clothes and fixing our hair.
She turns to face me. “Do I look okay? Or do I look like I just got ran over by a train?”
I laugh, running my thumb over her swollen bottom lip. Her cheeks are flushed, and so is her exposed neck and chest. Her hair is mussed and sexy.
“Sweetheart, you look like you just got the ever-loving shit fucked out of you.”
23
Leigh
“Are you . . . ?” My mom’s chin trembles as she and my father hold the sonogram picture.
“Yes,” I say gleefully, choking back tears.
Grant pulls me closer to him as his mother stares at the same photo in her hands. She covers her mouth, tears streaming down her face as she leaps up and hugs us both.
We decided it was beyond time for our families to meet, so we invited them over to Grant’s condo for a home-cooked dinner. I had told my parents a few weeks ago that I was dating someone, but that I wasn’t ready to elaborate on things yet. Even with the heads-up, they were more than shocked to find that not only were we living together back in Grand Lake, but that I’m now pregnant.
After dinner, everyone makes their way into the living room for coffee and dessert, but first Grant gives my father a tour of the penthouse—or rather, my dad is using it as an excuse to have the talk with him.
“I’ll go serve up the coffee cake,” I say as Lucia steps out to call her friends to tell them the happy news.
“I’ll give you a hand, sweetie,” my mom says, following me into the kitchen.
I pull the cake out of the oven where it’s been warming, and my mom opens cabinets until she finds the small plates and retrieves them.
“Leigh, honey,” she says, walking over to me and grabbing my hands, “is he the one? Are you happy? This all feels so sudden.”
“I know, Mom. The funny thing is,” I can’t hold back the smile when I think about how far he and I have come, “I used to hate him.”