Blame It On The Gin:On The Rocks

"Good," she says. "Because you have me, boss."

I growl in her ear. And then I kiss her hard, really hard. She lets out a moan. "They're going to hear us."

"Good," I say. I undo my belt. I drop my pants.

She reaches between my legs and begins to stroke my shaft up and down. "You're so hard."

"For you," I say. "I can't believe you left me like that."

"I'm sorry." She winces. "Let me make it up to you?" She parts her knees, and I see that her panties are crotchless. Her pussy is wet. Her want is real.

"Fuck me, Ginny Holiday," I say.

"Yes, please," she replies.

I fill her up inch by inch, her ass on the edge of my desk. Then I fuck her not so virgin hole, the way we both need. Nice and good. Nice and hard. Her cum juicing up my cock and her tits bouncing as I thrust inside her sweet creamy cunt.

"Is that what you want?" I ask as I fill her up the way she needs. “To be fucked hard by the boss?”

She pants in reply. "Yes," she says. "This is everything I want."

"We can't blame this on the gin," I say.

"You can blame my mistake on Ginny," she says with a smile as I thrust again.

“There is no blame here, baby—just pleasure.”

And then she closes her eyes, moaning loudly. "Oh God," she says. "Yes. Oh God. Don't stop, Grant."

"I won't," I promise. "I never will."

12

GINNY

I leave Grant's office with a grin on my face, zero embarrassment in my heart. I'm actually pretty proud of myself. When do I ever go all in like that, take risks with my heart on my sleeve?

I can't help but smile as I take the elevator down to the lobby. I have a job. I have a guy. I have had plenty of orgasms.

Everything is going my way.

When I step out of the elevator and onto the sidewalk of my familiar city streets, I press my lips together. I look behind me when there's a tap on my shoulder. "Ginny?"

I look. It's Grant. "Hey," I say. "What is it?"

We just said goodbye, kissed and made up. And now he's here with me.

"Do you think you can tell Bobby you need to start in a week for your new job?"

"Why?" I ask, shaking my head.

"Because I want to take you on a trip first to celebrate your birthday properly. I don't think we did it justice the other night."

"Are you serious?”

"Dead serious." He wraps arms around me. "Say yes."

"Of course. That sounds incredible. I hope Bobby will go for it."

"He better." Grant laughs. "He's been one of my friends since college."

I smile, standing on my tiptoes. "How about we go to On The Rocks for lunch?"

Grant nods. "That sounds perfect."

"I thought you were a workaholic," I say, as we walk hand in hand to the bar where we met.

"I was," I say, "but my assistant's been telling me I need to take some time off for a while. Bobby has been saying the same thing. So I think... actually, you're everything I need."

A few days later, we're on the beach in Maui. I'm wearing a bikini and I'm drinking a pina colada, and I'm all kinds of hot and bothered.

And it's nothing to do with the sun.

It has everything to do with the man sitting right beside me.

We’re both reading, but I'm way too distracted to focus on the words on my tablet. All I can feel is my heart, my emotions, the pounding and the desire.

"Are you staring at me?" he asks, lowering his paperback and smiling over at me. We're on lounge chairs facing the ocean at the hotel.

"I am staring. I'm falling for you so hard. Do you have any idea how into you I am?"

Grant laughs. "Yeah," he says. "I do. I mean, at least I know how hard I am for you."

I smile, standing. "Want to take a swim to cool off?"

Grant nods. Hand in hand, we walk to the beach. In the water, I wrap my legs around his waist as he picks me up, his hands on my ass, my arms around his neck.

I lean in and kiss him. He kisses me back. "You know how you said you were falling for me a moment ago?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say. "Too much?"

He shakes his head. "Never, but I'm not falling for you, Ginny."

I swallow. "You're not?"

"No," he says. "I'm not falling. I've crashed completely. I love you, Virginia Holiday. I love how you sometimes forget to pause before you make a decision, and I'm hoping you'll do the same right now, though I hope it’s not a decision you regret. I want you to want this as bad as I do."

"What is it?" I ask him. "What do you want?"

"You. A life with you. Marry me."