“What are you doing?” Grant walked into the living room. I spun around feeling guilty as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing.
“Uh nothing.” I shook my head and walked towards the couch. “Did you make the sandwiches.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I don’t know why Tyler just didn’t take the pan off of the stove.” He made a face, his handsome features contorting. “Sometimes I think I should fire him.”
“Why don’t you?” I took a sandwich and nibbled on it.
“He’s like family.” He shrugged. “You don’t fire family.”
“Yeah.” I nodded as I chewed on the sandwich.
“Now, where were you?” He grinned and pulled me towards him. “Let’s eat and then make love again.”
“I’m feeling tired.” I lied as I felt his fingers reaching down to cup my asscheeks.
“I think I can wake you up again.” He said lightly, but his fingers dug into my skin a little bit rougher than previously. “We want to make the most of the night, don’t we?” His fingers slipped between my legs and I shuddered as a finger slipped inside of me. “Don’t we, Evie?” He growled into my ear as another finger slipped inside of me.
“Yes.” I moaned dropping my sandwich and falling against him. The pleasure coursing through my body made me forget everything. How could he make me forget my worries so quickly? I cried out as a third finger entered me and he moved his fingers quickly in and out of me. “Ooh.” I cried out and bit into his chest. He growled down at me in pleasure at my touch.
“I knew you were a bad girl.” He pulled his fingers out of me and pushed my body over the edge of the couch again. I waited to feel him inside of me again, but instead I felt his hand slap my bottom.
“What are you doing?” I gasped and looked at him as he slapped me again.
“Shh.” He shook his head and grabbed my hips. He smacked me one more time, a little harder this time and I was about to pull away from him when I felt the head of his cock at my opening again. “Shh.” He growled again as he pushed his hardness inside of me. “Doesn’t this feel good?” He reached under and grabbed my breasts as he started to fuck me slowly.
“Yes.” I moaned as my body responded to his movements. I cried out as he reached up and pulled my hair, turning my face to the right. I shuddered as I felt him filling me up and bringing me close to orgasm already. I felt my body quivering and for a second I froze as I looked at the mantlepiece again and saw the photo of Eugenie watching us. I bit down on my lower lip as I realized that I had absolutely no idea what I had gotten myself into. What had started as a favor to Hailey had taken a crazy turn and I wasn’t even sure how one night could have already changed my life so much.
Chapter Six
I woke up before Grant did the next morning. My body felt stiff and sore from our lovemaking. I groaned as I opened my eyes and thought about all the sex we’d had. A feeling of shame and embarrassment swept through me as I realized I’d just had my first one-night stand with a complete and utter stranger. A stranger I’d met as a stripper. Yeah, I wasn’t really a stripper, but I’d been acting as a stripper for the night.
“Morning, Evie.” Grant kissed my shoulder as he woke up and I turned to face him. I wasn’t sure what the protocol was the morning after a one night stand.
“Morning.” I smiled at him and gazed into his brilliant emerald green eyes. He looked even more handsome in the light of the morning.
“I take it you slept well?” His fingers played in my belly button and I squirmed on the bed next to him.
“I did.” I nodded.
“I guess you’re wondering when you’re going to get your money?” His fingers slipped lower and gently slipped between my legs.
“No.” I closed my legs and frowned. The talk about money first thing definitely made me feel like a prostitute. “I wasn’t thinking about that at all.”
“Open your legs.” He nibbled on my earlobe.
“No.” I shook my head and pouted, feeling upset that he thought he could just talk to me as he wanted to and still have me.
“You know you want to.” He whispered in my ear, his tongue licking me.
“Does Tyler live with you?” I changed the subject and turned over to face him more directly. His hand left the spot between my legs and he stilled.
“Yes, of course.”
“So he’s a live in chauffeur?”
“Something like that.” His eyes narrowed. “Why do you ask?”