Bereft (Seven Year Itch #2)(62)

Grayson breathed heavily against my ear. I knew he was about to enter me, to fill me with everything he had to offer. I tightened my grip around his back and prepared to be swept away with ecstasy.

Right as I was about to feel it, he lowered his body, kissing his way down my abdomen and then to my sweet spot below. I felt his mouth there, first tickling my clit, but them devouring my *. I gasped and let out a tiny cry as he lapped his way inside my opening, groaning when his tongue made contact with my juices. Grayson did a trick with his tongue, applying pressure to my clit he knew got me off. I dug my fingers into his hair, holding on while falling prisoner to his hot tantric persuasion.

While my body bucked, trying to recuperate, my husband came up and pressed his lips against mine. I could taste my release as our tongues meshed together.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt pressure below. He was sliding inside of me, giving me no time to catch my breath. I raised my hands above my head and let him take control, gliding his body over mine so practiced, like we’d done a million times before. He was slow, taking his time, because we had forever. His kisses were seductive, his movements graceful, as if he was handling precious cargo. I closed my eyes as chills ran from my lips to my toes, tingling in parts of me only lovers got to see.

He rolled us over, sitting me up so my body was straddling his. We held hands as I began my pace, riding him in a slow trot. I arched my back, feeling both his hands coming up and massaging my tender sensitive breasts. I reached between my legs, stroking my clit as my movements became more rapid. The easy pace was changing into a faster canter. I could feel my next orgasm coming to the surface. I tightened my ass and rocked over his as fast as possible, screaming out as pleasure overwhelmed me. At the same time, he grabbed my hips and kept me from moving. I watched his face scrunch up as he lost himself in euphoria.

Afterwards we remained connected. I rested my head on his chest while he brought his arms up and held me. “I know you’ll come home to me, Rachel.”

He was right. I would. I just hoped it was because I was able to handle myself properly, instead of getting lost in passion with another man for the second time in my life. “I promise I will.”



I’d been at the office for fifteen minutes before I heard his familiar voice. My stomach was in knots, and I swore I’d looked at myself in the mirror six times while on the train. This wasn’t like me to be so worried about self-control. I’d priding myself in being in control of every situation, yet here I was struggling to comprehend how one man could make me feel so unsure.

I watched the second hand on the clock move, slowly making it’s way to the time I needed to report to the conference room. I’d received a memo on my email regarding the meeting. There would be two. The first would include upper management. The second would be a closed meeting to both CEO’s – me and Chad.

My hands were shaking, and I half expected him to come in and say hello before we got started.

Finally it was time for the big reveal. I adjusted my skirt, remembering the way Grayson looked at me with worry when he saw what I’d chose to wear. I tried to reassure him, but there was no getting around the elephant in the room.

Once I entered, I took a seat furthest from where I thought he’d sit. I pulled out my cell phone and played around, searching for recipes or anything to keep my mind off of Chad.

Then I heard his voice, getting closer, and finally out of the corner of my eyes noticed he’d sat right next to me. He was approaching my face. I prepared for his welcome, not really sure what to expect. “You look great, Rach,” he whispered in my ear. I still hadn’t had the nerve to glance in his direction. I was too afraid. I couldn’t handle the way I knew he’d be staring at me. I wasn’t able to see his hazel eyes gazing into mine. It would make me lose my self-control.

I clenched my knees under the table, waiting for someone to start talking about work, instead of it being brutally quiet.

A few minutes later the meeting began. I was able to breathe easier with the subject on both companies instead of Chad. He’d hired an assistant for the marketing side of the company. Officially, it was our annual meeting. We went over numbers for both entities, breaking down gains and losses. We talked about revenues and goals for the upcoming quarter.

When it was my turn, I did the same, keeping my focus on my spreadsheets instead of my neighbor.

An hour later the room cleared out, leaving me and Chad alone again. Before I could speak, he slid a folder in my direction. “I won’t keep you long, Rach. There’s just a few legal documents we need to take care of.”

“Legal documents? You didn’t ask the attorney to be present?”

“I had them draw everything up last week. Before you argue with me, why don’t you take a look at my proposal?”

I glanced down at the paperwork, allowing my eyes to adjust for a second time when I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “This can’t be right.”

The legal document in front of me was stating the company was being transferred to my name. I would be the sole owner and CEO of Leviathan Agency, while Chad would have one-hundred percent ownership of the marketing company. “It’s right, Rach. You’ve busted your ass on a company I wanted nothing to do with. It’s your baby, and you deserve it.”

I slid the papers back in his direction. “I can’t accept this, Chad. It’s very generous, but uncalled for. I’m perfectly happy with my position.”