Page 23 of A Vegas Crush Collection #3

I hear him take a step forward, his footstep soft on the tile floor. Closing my eyes, I try not to think about how close he is, how small the space is, how easy it would be to…

His lips are at my ear when he whispers, “I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve tried all week, but I just can’t seem to stay away.”

The feeling of his breath on my ear, his intoxicating scent, his nearness, it sets me on fire. My nipples go hard beneath the lace of my bra. I can’t look at him, though. It will make it worse. Still, I allow myself to whisper, “I feel the same.”

A hand at my waist, and I nearly fall back against the solidness of him.

“You know we can’t be seen together, though. Grant, please.”

“I know,” he says, his lips still grazing my ear. His free hand slips around me to the hem of my skirt, pushing it up, fingers playing at the skin of my thigh, then higher. Fingertips play at the overheated space between my legs, my panties soaked. There’s no denying how I feel.

Lips and teeth along my ear, my neck, my jaw.

Fingers pushing aside thin cloth to find my folds, to slip inside.

Fingering me, kissing me, I’m helpless to do anything but hold on to the shelves on either side of me.

“That’s it, beautiful girl. Ride my fingers.

” Oh God, his voice. “Your pussy is the hottest fuckin’ thing.

Tastes like heaven. I wish I was on my knees right now.

” He kisses my neck and I shudder. “You deserve to be fucking worshipped. By me.” My heart is beating erratically now.

I am so turned on. More kisses rain down the side of my neck as his fingers move wickedly inside me.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you right now? How much I wish it was my cock inside you making you come.” Oh God.

I want that. I want that so much. Him. I want him.

“I can hear how turned on you are, Devon. You’re fucking incredible. ”

All those dirty words coming out of his mouth. His cock pressing into me. His fingers. His hot breath and ridiculous kisses. Riding the wave of pleasure as I go up and up and up toward climax. And then I’m there. Fuck, am I there.

When I come, I practically bite my own tongue to keep from crying out. It goes on and on, reality slipping away as I get lost in the pleasure he’s making me feel.

From the classroom space, I hear someone say my name, and Grant must too, because he quickly pulls away.

I’m left confused for a moment, still spaced out by the amazing orgasm I’ve just had.

I smooth over my ponytail and pull my skirt to rights as Grant watches, wicked smirk and all. “That was fun,” he says.

“Someone’s looking for me. Can you go out and let them know I’m in the restroom?”

Another lopsided grin and he’s out the door. Me? I put my head on the cool metal of the shelving unit, trying to make sense of what just happened.

When I finally make it back out to the classroom, Gia gives me a knowing look before saying, “That was delicious, chef. Too bad we didn’t have time for dessert.”

I frown. “This is a healthy cooking class.”

She grins. “But dessert is so much fun. Oh…what’s the word I’m looking for? Naughty?”

Mikhail asks if she’s ready to go, so I don’t need to come up with a retort—thankfully, since I’m still brain-dead from whatever spell Grant just put on me. They wave and head out, leaving me alone with Grant. He stares at me for an extra-long second before shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I’m gonna text you my address,” he says deliberately. “Just…for what it’s worth. Thanks for the great class.”

He strides out, and I hear him say good night to someone just before Holly pops back in.

“Oh, hey,” I say, surprised to see her. “I thought you guys were long gone.

Holly walks to her workstation and grabs her purse from underneath. “Can’t leave without my Mary Poppins bag.”

“Yep, wouldn’t be good to leave it here, that’s for sure. Evan still outside?”

“He went to get the car,” she says, before pushing her lips into a weird little pout thing. “You know, I found it interesting that you disappeared and then Grant disappeared…”

Shame swells in my stomach as I busy myself by sweeping the floor. “I just ran to put the spices away. He must have gone to the restroom.”

“Mm-hmm,” she hums. “He came out sporting a semi. Just sayin’.”

“I don’t…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I’m a terrible liar. Like, really bad. So, I don’t usually do it. But I’m doing it now with Holly. And it’s so obvious I want to crawl into a hole and die.

Holly’s smile looks more like a grimace as she dances back and forth from one foot to the other.

“Look, Devon, I’m not judging. I’m not. Look at how Evan and I snuck around.

And I tried turning him away. And I tried acting like I didn’t like him.

And you know what? I did like him. And you like who you like. ”

“But,” I say quietly.

“But,” she repeats, “he’s the GM here, brand new, and the boss of pretty much everyone, including you. He can’t start his career here with a reputation for sleeping with his staff.”

“We’re not…doing that.” It’s limp as it comes out of my mouth. Another lie. I feel sick. I meet Holly’s knowing gaze and she looks sympathetic.

“I’ve known you for a few years now and I’ve never taken you for a liar,” she says gently.

“You’re my friend and I care about you. I want you to be happy.

And I know you get a lot of male attention and, quite frankly, you’re mostly oblivious to it.

So he must be something pretty special to get your attention.

Even more so to be worth sneaking around when there’s so much on the line. But please be careful.”

There’s little I can say right now that would make this better. “We met before he got the job,” I whisper. “We didn’t know.”

She nods. “I get it. But things are what they are and let’s be real, it’s not going to be him who loses his job if word gets around.”

“I know. You’re right.” I take a shaky breath. “Thank you. For caring. I’m really embarrassed.”

Holly steps over to give me a hug. She really does know how this feels.

And it worked out for them, so I have a tiny moment of hope that maybe it could work for Grant and me, too.

I know, though, that it’s different. Evan was a player, and she was staff.

He wasn’t her boss or her boss’s boss. And that’s the difference.

“No need to be embarrassed,” she says as we pull apart. “He’s hot, and you two make a lot of sense actually. Just be careful. Also, this was awesome tonight. Just what we two old, married people needed. I’m going to see if my husband wants to park and make out before we head home.”

This gets a laugh out of me. “Well, good luck with that.”

Holly winks and heads out the door.

Alone in the classroom, I find a stool and sit, my thoughts on this situation with Grant.

I really like him. I can’t and won’t lie about it.

He’s sexy and kind and smart and accomplished.

And he’s totally forbidden and off-limits.

He has to be. “But things are what they are and let’s be real, it’s not going to be him who loses his job if word gets around.

” Holly is right. I’ve thought a lot about Grant’s career, but I shouldn’t neglect my own.

Four years ago, this job was my absolute saving grace.

I am good at what I do, and even if my plans to stay with the Crush are already on a countdown, I don’t want to start a new career with a negative.

Toying with my phone, I pull up his text.

His address is there, an open invitation.

But I know I shouldn’t go. We should cool it for now, at least while I still work for the Crush.

My business is going well, but who knows if it’s going to stay steady.

I’m not ready to just quit my job yet. The thought of cutting the cord like that is too scary.

I need to talk to him, to tell him that I really like him but that this has to stop. He can’t just show up at my classes. He can’t be finding me in the supply closet and using his magical fingers to get me off like that.

Even if my vagina hates me for thinking it.

We can’t do the things we keep doing.

I will seriously miss his magical penis.

I’m going to go tell him. Right now. This ends tonight. For now…