Page 55 of Mr. Green

He showed me his room first thing so I could put my things away. A small part of his closet was cleared out along with a drawer in a dresser and in the bathroom. I’ve known Grant a while. Obviously, not in the same way as I do now, but I’ve known him for years nonetheless. Ryan wouldn’t consider moving in together until we dated for a year. Even then, I think it was only considered for the financial advantage.

I’m sitting at Grant’s circular dining table overlooking his pool. I have the patio door open listening to the pool fountain running along with the subtle humming of pool equipment. Queenie went out to the backyard and hasn’t come in again. I’m wondering if she’s going to choose to stay here with Grant instead of coming back to Washington with me. I wouldn’t blame her. This is like my dream neighborhood, but the houses have brick instead of the coastal siding you’d find in Washington.

I put my computer aside and go to do a weightlifting workout before I lose my nerve. Grant’s home gym has a view of the pool as well. I make my way over to it and start doing exercises for arms I remember that Jason showed me.I have to look up some eventually. Weightlifting still isn’t my thing. I know it helps with losing inches and becoming stronger, so I’m doing it. I picked a chicken salad for dinner, which will be good to eat once I’m done.

I’m finishing up bicep curls when the door creaks open.

“Sunshine?”

“I’m in the gym,” I yell.

Queenie must’ve run over to him. Grant babbles a series of baby talk. I start tricep curls and he comes in and leans in the doorway, watching me.

“You look right at home, here.” He grins.

I put down the weights and go over to him. “Hi!” I stand on my tip toes and kiss his cheek. “Thought I could get a workout in before you got back.”

He grabs me and pulls me to him, holding my waist. “I’m glad.”

I smile, liking the feel of his arms, but push him away. “I’m all sweaty.”

He pulls me closer to him. “I know. I like it.” He bends at the waist to kiss me while holding me. “You’re losing a lot of weight, baby.” Since his hands are on my waist, I’m assuming he’s talking about that. “Do these clothes even fit you anymore?”

I know I’m blushing. I like compliments, but I’m not sure he means it as one. I try to break out of his grasp.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He looks concerned, but keeps holding me.

“Nothing. I haven’t showered and I must smell.” I shrug, which is partially true.

“Well, don’t go anywhere. You look sexy as fuck, baby girl.” Then he pulls me in and kisses my neck and the tension from the comment relaxes from my body. He meant it as a compliment. I was overreacting.

“I’m glad this ass is still nice and juicy,” he whispers in my ear as he grabs my ass cheeks and pulls them apart.

There’s a mirror behind me. I think he’s looking at it and checking out every ounce of my body in it.

“I should shower first.” The words barely make it out.I don’t want to leave this moment.

“Maybe we should have some fun in here first.”

He kisses me like if I were to leave right now, he’d melt. One hand is still on my ass, while the other goes to the back of my head. His tongue separates my lips, invading it like the Viking he looks like. There’s a bench behind me that targets hamstrings and lower back. He backs me up towards it where my legs bump into it.

He turns me and peels off my shirt as I stare at our reflection in the mirror.

“We can go somewhere else, Grant,” I say over my shoulder, trying to avoid what’s in front of me.

“I think right here has the best show.”

At least the lights are still off. It’s not operating room status. The sun is close to going down too.

I have a sports bra on and he peels it off in slow, tantalizing movements as my heart rate increases. He grabs both of my breasts in his hands as he stares at us in the mirror. He plays with my nipples a little and bounces them in his hands. I think he likes them.

After a few minutes he peels down my leggings and underwear together. He pushes me so I’m leaning over the machine. There’s a downward slope, so my ass is in the air. He’s fully dressed in his suit from work—a charcoal gray with a sage green button-down and green patterned tie.

I don’t want to watch in the mirror so I keep my head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of what he’s doing. His hand finds my slit and runs his finger through it.

“So wet, baby. You want this cock to fill up your pretty pussy?”

My stomach flips and I get even wetter at my core. “Yes, I want that,” my voice rasps.