Weekend Wife (Sassy in the City 1)

Then Grant Caldwell the third got what he wanted.

Because when he bent down and gave my inner thighs the same, slow, purposeful attention, I started to pant. Then moan. I said his name at least twice.

And then, as his tongue worked me feverishly and I came, hard, I screamed.

It might have been words. It might have been a single desperate plea to a higher power. It might have been nothing more than a scream inside my own head, but I shattered so fully and completely that I lost all sense of anything other than my own body.

When I finally came back down to earth and stopped trying to bury my fingertips into Grant’s biceps, I took a deep breath and pushed my hair back off my face.

Grant raised his head. He ran his hand down over his jaw, his green eyes darker than usual. “You taste better than maple syrup.”

Goose bumps rose on my heated flesh. He went on his knees and undid his pants.

He shoved them down and I knew that I had been right to crush on him.

The man had been gifted with a perfect package.

Eight inches of come to mama.

He pulled a condom out of his pocket and I pondered karma and the irony of having to get hit by a cab in order to finally have a piece of Grant.

Then he shifted over me and I forgot to think at all.

Because that first thrust inside me had my eyes rolling back in my head.

Chapter 3

“Fuck, Leah,” I said, as I sank deep inside her wet, welcoming body. Her almond-colored eyes were closed, her dark hair spilling over the white of her pillow.

She was absolutely gorgeous and I was dick-deep in trouble.

Because there was no way in hell I had been able to resist Leah.

I wasn’t even sure why I had tried.

What the hell was it about her? I’d been with plenty of beautiful women. Supermodels. Pop stars. Socialites. It wasn’t hard to find companionship when your family was rich as sin and you have a reputation as a coldhearted perennial bachelor. Women saw me as a challenge. That somehow, they would be the one woman who could make me forget all about my vow to remain a bachelor. They pulled out all the stops, working hard to impress me. Until I didn’t fall in line with their plans and there was either tears or wine glasses being chucked at my head.

It was a pattern. Maybe not a healthy one, but what the fuck was I supposed to do? I didn’t start the fire, so to speak. Just doing my thing.

But from the first day I’d walked into that diner, in honor of my childhood nanny, and spotted Leah mo

ving quickly with confidence and a perky smile, I had been unable to get her out of my mind. It brought me back week after week and it was driving me insane because I couldn’t figure out why. The only reason I could come up with besides her physical appearance why I was drawn to her was that she seemed… happy. Positive. Adorable.

There didn’t seem to be an angle to her, nor did she seem to particularly resent her job waitressing while she was struggling to make it as an actress.

My nanny, Rose, would have said Leah had good juju. That’s what it was. She had good energy.

More likely, I was bored with the same old same old. I wanted to taste a different flavor.

And as I moved inside her, the taste of her pussy still on my tongue, I wasn’t sure why the hell I hadn’t acted on this sooner because Leah was fucking perfect.

Her full raspberry-colored lips were slightly parted, and each time I buried my cock inside her, she gave a soft little moan that turned me on even more. “Open your eyes,” I told her, wanting to see her desire.

Her fingers were on my biceps and she dug in at my words, deep. Almost like a warning. She did open her eyes but she shook her head slightly. “So damn bossy. You need someone to teach you a lesson.”

“You can punish me later,” I said. “Right now, I want to see you when I’m fucking you.”

Her eyes widened and she gave another one of those soft groans as I eased in and out of her. It had been a decade since I’d had sex on a twin bed, but while there was no room to maneuver, it also created an intimacy between us. Her legs were resting on the backs of my thighs and my hands were splayed out on either side of her head. Nothing fancy. Just two people moving together in pleasure.