Page 24 of A Vegas Crush Collection #3

why christmas?

Grant

When I hear the knock at my door, I know it’s her.

My place is a little way out of town, a standalone condo in a newer development. I wanted something quiet, out from the city. Somewhere allowing some separation between my job and the team to my personal space.

I fling the door open wide, and there she is, toned arms exposed by the thin, blue sleeveless blouse she’s wearing.

Her legs are long, so long in her gray pencil skirt and black high heels.

Her hair hangs long and sleek down her back in a ponytail.

I’ve just looked at her for two hours in the kitchen, but the sight of her now feels new again.

I’ve had the scent of her on my fingers for the last thirty minutes, and it took a great deal of restraint not to get myself off with her taste on my tongue.

The sounds of her as she came on my hand in that supply closet.

Her quiet moans. I can’t get enough of this woman.

She’s so gorgeous she literally takes my breath away.

“I, um, need a drink after looking at you.”

“I make you…thirsty?”

“In only the best way. Come in?”

She doesn’t step forward right away. In fact, she frowns a little and shifts her weight, planting herself just outside the threshold.

“I feel just the same as you do, Grant,” she says after a moment. “But people noticed today. Not everyone, I don’t think, but a few. Gia noticed…”

“But Gia already knows,” I argue.

“But Mikhail?”

“He’s oblivious. No way. The only way he’d figure it out is if your friend told him.”

“She wouldn’t. But Holly noticed, too. It’s too dangerous, Grant.

This is a new job for you. A good one with a great team.

And they need your brain and your energy and your creativity.

I don’t want you to jeopardize that. And I’m not ready to give up my job yet, either.

Soon, but not yet. We have to stop this. We have to, for both of our careers.”

I can see what she’s trying to do here. She’s a good person. She doesn’t want me to get in trouble or to get a reputation. And she’s a rule follower. She’s a careful person, and this is a big risk for her. And I agree with her. But—

“I just don’t think I can stay away from you, Devon. I don’t want to.” It’s more an admission of defeat than anything else.

“And I don’t want you to,” she says quickly. “I don’t. But we have to, don’t you see that?”

“There’s some kind of magic between us, Devon. You feel it. I feel it. And I feel like we both know better than to just throw it away.”

Devon’s shoulders, held high as she mustered the resolve to tell me we needed to keep our distance, slump now.

She lets out a weary breath and shakes her head.

“Please don’t make this harder than it is.

Grant, we have to keep our distance. Not forever.

Just until I get my business launched and am able to quit my job with the team.

Let’s give it some space, show some restraint.

And that means no coming to my class. It’s too much of a temptation to be around you. ”

“I came to class because I wanted to see you, but also to learn about you. And I wasn’t lying when I said it was a good opportunity for me to be sociable and meet people. I enjoyed being there tonight.”

“Grant.” Devon rolls her head back and groans. “You are not making this any easier.”

“I’m not trying to make it easy on you, beautiful.” I step forward.

Devon starts to say something, but I don’t hear it.

I don’t want to hear it, quite frankly, so I silence her with a kiss.

It’s rough, a little desperate. She stiffens at first, and I wonder if I’ve made a mistake.

But when she gives in, it’s like ice thawing under the winter sunshine.

She sighs against my mouth, opening for me, letting me kiss her how I want.

And I want.

I pull her inside, kicking the door closed, leading her to the bedroom.

Her sexy heels go first, then the skirt.

The blouse follows, leaving her in only her creamy lace bra and panties.

It only takes me a moment to pull my T-shirt over my head and my jeans down over my hips.

I’m single-minded, crazed for her, already hard beneath my boxer shorts.

Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her again, long and sensuous, as her body’s curves fit against mine.

Her hand slips beneath my shorts to take hold of my cock.

She strokes, and I could come just from her touch, just from the feel of her supple lips on mine.

When she gracefully moves to her knees and pulls the cloth down over my hips, I could die.

Just the sight of this beautiful woman on her knees, ready to please me, is enough.

When her amazing lips encircle my cock, I can’t look away.

It’s mesmerizing, watching her take all of me, sliding her lips back and forth along the full length of me.

It doesn’t take long before I’m ready to come in her mouth, but I don’t.

Instead, I back away, holding out a hand to help her to her feet.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” I growl, tugging her against me, planting a hard kiss on her lips.

“You’d deserve every bit of it, too,” she answers, the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

In between kisses, I ask in a low murmur, “Did you like what I did to you earlier? Fucking you with my fingers until you came?”

She moans in the affirmative, her legs stretching open as I push her back against the bed. She sits, looking up at me with her sexy eyes, hair coming loose from her formerly sleek ponytail. She’s rumpled and needy and really fucking gorgeous, waiting on me to join her.

“Do you want more?” I ask, fingers tracing the silk between her legs, feeling the wetness there once more. I’m so hard, I could explode. I want to be inside of her.

She nods and leans back, elbows barely propping her up, legs dangling over the edge of the bed as I pull her panties from her slim hips and down her long legs. They drop to the floor, a mere scrap of silky fabric I’m irrationally jealous of.

I can’t help myself from putting my tongue to her swollen clit as I push two fingers inside, so very wet and warm and pulsing around them.

Devon’s moans are nearly too much for me to handle. And when she unclasps her bra and unleashes those perfect tits for me, I could die a happy man. I suck on one dusky brown nipple at a time, still fucking her with my fingers.

“I want you inside of me,” she breathes. “Please.”

Reluctantly, I step away, just long enough to grab a condom from the nightstand. When I turn back, she’s touching herself, one hand working her clit, the other pinching a nipple.

“I could watch you do that all day.” My voice sounds gravelly and thick, even to my ears.

“But I’d rather you do it for me. Come here.” She crooks a finger naughtily at me.

No further invitation needed.

“I want to see your perfect ass when I fuck you this time.” I help her up and turn her around.

Bent over the bed, she’s a goddess, legs parted, hair trailing down her back.

Devon is a woman who takes very good care of her body and it shows in her lightly muscular frame.

When she turns her head, and I see her bite down on her bottom lip, it’s very nearly my undoing.

She gasps when I touch the tip of my cock to her sex, sliding up and down the folds, pressing on her clit, teasing her. When she pushes her ass toward me, I can’t wait another second to take her.

I slide in deep, burying my cock to the root, grunting out the question, “How do you want it?” but not waiting for an answer before beginning to move in long, measured strokes.

“Hard. Fast.” She braces her arms in preparation for what’s to come, readying herself for one wild fuck I fully intend to deliver.

“Your wish is my command.”

Harder and faster is what I give her.

We both get lost somewhere in the frenzy. It doesn’t take long before sweat starts to bead on my forehead, my cock growing harder with every penetration into her depths, and with every sexy moan floating out of her mouth.

“Come for me, beautiful Devon. Come with me.”

She answers me with an orgasm.

It’s only when her cunt clamps down around my cock do I let myself go.

Climaxing with a roar, I spill every last drop out of me and into her.

We’re still collapsed together, folded over the edge of my bed, breathing heavily, trying to recover from whatever wild fantasy fucking that just was.

Only the best single sexual experience of my life.

“You okay after all that?” I ask against her ear, unable to resist kissing my way up her neck, and then across her jaw, and finally to find her lips where her cheek rests on the bed. The need to be close and connected to her still strong.

“Mmm, oh yeah,” she purrs back at me. Both of us seem to be relishing the heady afterglow of some really spectacular sex, just breathing and sharing the moment.

At some point, I reluctantly move off her and head to the en suite, where I turn on the shower.

Waiting for the water to heat, I think about why it’s so easy being with Devon. Is it only because she’s this amazing, beautiful, sensual woman? Or is it something more beyond that? Am I starting to fall for her? Or has that already happened?

All questions for another time, I suppose, as she’s joined me in the en suite, looking almost otherworldly with her hair streaming down over her shoulders, standing naked in the doorway. I take a mental image of how she looks in the moment because I want to remember this.

In silence, she steps into the shower and under the hot water, taking my hand and pulling me in behind her.

My arms go around her, and we stand together under the hot spray raining down over our bodies. We wash each other, kissing and fondling. She’s so responsive to my touching her, I make her come once more while washing between her legs.

When we’re finished, and I wrap her in an oversized towel, she lays her head on my chest and closes her eyes.

So I pick her up and take her back to my bed, where we crawl naked under the covers.

I pull her into my arms and hold her, wishing our time together didn’t have to expire at midnight like in a fairy tale.

“I like you a lot, Devon Pearson.” I kiss her forehead.

“I like you, too, Grant Gerard.” Her words are followed by a yawn. “Too much, it appears.”

“Never too much.”

She’s quiet for a long time before finally saying, “I just want you to be successful here. The rumor mill is crazy and if word got out…”

“It won’t,” I say, but I know I can’t make that promise.

I don’t know this place, these people. Devon said Evan’s wife already said something.

I know their story is similar, a player and a staff member.

I know Max Terry blessed off on three internal relationships already.

Perhaps he’d make an exception for Devon and me as well?

“This has to be the last time, Grant. At least until I can set out on my own.”

I think of a million things, a million ways to respond, but nothing comes out. I’ve never been a liar and I won’t start now. I won’t tell her that I’ll stay away because I don’t think I can. And I know I don’t want to. So, instead of answering, I ask, “What’s your favorite holiday?”

She gives me a sleepy half-smile. “Christmas.”

“Are you spiritual?”

“I guess? I grew up going to church and I guess I have some sense of a higher power, but I could be better about it. My grandmother would roll over in her grave though. She raised my older brother and me after our parents died in a boating accident when I was fifteen. He was eighteen and just about to leave for college. I haven’t been to church since I left home for college. ”

“Oh wow. That must have been really hard for you at such a young age, losing both of your parents. I’m so sorry, Devon. You’ve been through a lot.”

“Yeah. I miss them but it was a long time ago and my brother and I were left well supported financially, and we had our grandma who loved us to distraction. Losing her five years ago hit me much harder, honestly. I’d just gotten divorced and then I lost my grandma Josephine at the end of that same year, and that really sucked.

So I pulled up stakes in Florida and moved to Las Vegas, made a fresh start with my life.

I took the job here and haven’t looked back since, really. This is my home now.”

“And your brother?”

“Brett works in international finance and travels all over the globe for his job. We don’t see each other that much, but we talk all the time.

He comes once or twice a year to Vegas, usually on business, so we spend time together then.

I have some aunts and uncles and cousins in Florida who come to Vegas for vacations sometimes, but that’s about it for family. ”

“Then why Christmas?”

She sighs and closes her eyes. “I don’t know. It just feels warm, I guess. Something about the decorations and the twinkling lights and the idea of giving someone something that’s perfect for them? And I like to bake. It’s like the longest cheat week of the year.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “Fair enough. I’m a Halloween fan.”

“Halloween? I don’t see that, somehow.”

“Oh, yeah. Total cosplay nerd.”

“No way.” Devon opens one eye, eyebrows knitted, expression dubious.

“Yeah, I’m totally kidding. I like Christmas best, too.

My dad is one of those neighbors who goes overkill with the Christmas lights.

I can’t tell you how many hours I spent on the roof hanging lights with him as a kid.

I learned a few things over the years. The cookies are a pretty awesome perk of the season as well.

In a few months, I’m very much looking forward to tasting your Christmas cookies, Chef Pearson.

” I wiggle my eyebrows at her salaciously.

“Deal,” she says with a laugh that turns into another yawn, her pretty, brown eyes fluttering closed one last time as she drifts off to sleep.

I spend a long time just looking at her, stroking her hair, tracing the curve of her jaw with my fingertips.

I want so badly to tell her I haven’t felt like this in a very long time, that I’m so glad we happened to be at the same hotel that night after my interview.

How I’m so grateful for being blindsided at seeing her in her office on my first day here.

It feels like it can’t all just be a coincidence.

It feels like maybe we were meant to find each other here in Las Vegas. I know full well I’m falling for her.

As my own eyes get heavy, I hold her tighter, also knowing full well, it might be the last time I get to for a while.