“No, me!” My other cousin, Austin, blocks him.
“Everyone, hold on!” My grandmother clears her throat. “Savannah is home, but remember she also has job-obligations while she’s here. Let her get settled into her suite first, get some work done, and then you can worry the hell out of her, right?” She looks at me.
“Right.”
They cheer about that last fact, and then she walks over to me with a keycard packet.
“Good news, you have the best suite here in Building G.” She pats my back. “But bad news, you’re the granddaughter of the owner, and you have to promise me that you’ll take a break from your conference and join me and the rest of the family for the taste-testing dinner at nine on Friday night.”
“I promise.” I give her one more hug before walking away.
I roll my luggage to the elevator and take it to the top floor. When I make it to my room, I smile at the bright green “Welcome Home, Savannah” ribbon that’s draped above the door.
Pulling my suitcase inside, I hit the lights and let out a breath. Before I can move to the bathroom, I hear the door locking behind me.
“Let’s talk.” Garrett is suddenly standing behind me, his mouth close to my ear. “Now.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I slowly turn around to face him. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.
They fly away from the tip of my tongue at the sexy sight of him.
His white dress shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his chiseled chest and abs. Locking his eyes on mine, he slowly looks me up and down, making it more than clear that he’s not letting me leave this room.
I suck in a breath, and he steps closer.
What exactly do you want to talk about? I still can’t get the words to fall from my lips, but he looks at me as if he can read my mind.
Me fucking you. I read his mind in return—following his gaze as it moves over to my “gift” on the nightstand.
He closes the gap between us, cupping his hand around the base of my neck. “Tell me that you want me…”
“I don’t,” I say. “You’re my boss.
“How so?” He smirks. “We both know that’s technically not true.”
“If it wasn’t, I can guarantee you that I wouldn’t be at an office party. I’d never show up to any of them.”
“You’d still attend every single one.” His lips brush against mine. “Because I’d be there, and according to your sister’s note, you like to fantasize about riding my face and being fucked from behind …”
“She’s lying.”
“Prove it.” He looks me up and down. “Tell me to leave right now if that’s not true.”
I don’t utter a word.
He suddenly stamps his mouth over mine, and I grip onto the window ledge as he teasingly bites down on my bottom lip.
“Let me…” He darts his tongue against the crease of my lips, demanding entry. “Savannah, let me.”
I grip the ledge harder and oblige, moaning as he tames my mouth with his. His kiss is reckless but controlling at the same time, and with each whisper of my name, the unbearable tension that’s long-existed between us slowly falls away.
“Fuck…” He breathes, sliding a hand under my dress.
My nipples harden against my blouse as he hooks his thumb under my panties and yanks them off. They fall to the floor with ease, and he presses his thumb against my soaking wet clit.
“Ahhh…” I cry out as he slips two fingers deep inside of my pussy and slowly pushes them in and out.
“You know I’m going to fuck you much deeper than this, right?” His whispered question is rhetorical.
I know better than to answer it right now.
He smiles as I rock against his fingers, and I moan that he’s found my spot and I want more. I press my palm against the front of his pants, feeling his cock harden.
Using his free hand to pull a condom from his pocket, he whispers, “Take it out.”
I oblige, and he presses his mouth against my collarbone, pressing long, deep kisses against my skin.
My eyes widen as I run my hand up and down his length, slowly freeing it from his boxers. I can feel my cheeks heating as he follows my gaze.
Pulling his fingers from inside of me, he lets out a low laugh and picks up the condom. He holds the edge of the packet close to my mouth, silently demanding me to open it with my teeth.
When I do, he slowly rolls it over his length, and without warning, he spins me around to face the window.
“Grab the frame,” he commands, squeezing my ass.
I can’t move fast enough. My pussy is throbbing at the intense pleasure that his fingers took away from me.