His Sugar Baby

Downstairs, instead of a Town Car there is a limo waiting. I see it and look at Grant. He shrugs, “Northwestern wants to toot their horn that a billionaire came to visit, you give them a billionaire. Also it’s a bit of a drive; why not make it a comfortable one?”

I give the driver a nod of thanks as I get into the car and slide over. Putting my seatbelt on, I watch the privacy partition go up. Looking over at Grant I remember that first night. It’s clear he does too. “I think I should order a limo every time we go out, and always make sure the partition goes up first thing.”

“We don’t go out very often.” I remind him.

“Does that bother you?”

Seeing the answer is important to him, I take the time to consider my answer and his reaction. “I meant what I said when I said I don’t like all the time it takes to get ready, the hair, the makeup, the dresses. But I also like to try new things.

“I also like going out to the theater. I like baseball, so I’ve been to Wrigley to see the Cubs play. When I go out during the day, a few times it’s been to see a movie, or a play or to Wrigley.

“Don’t be mad, please. I thought I was doing what you wanted. You don’t want to go out. I’m okay taking myself out.”

He’s quiet, staring out at the passing city. Until, finally, he nods. “You’re right. I’m not mad. You’ve done exactly as I wrote out in the agreement. The way I wanted things to be when we started.”

Even though he says he’s not mad, the air vibrates with something I can’t define. Then I remember the change he’d mentioned yesterday. “If you don’t want to go out with me during the day, you really don’t have to. I can go out with just Walters.”

Grant doesn’t look at me, he’s still looking out the window. “Don’t change your plans because of me. Unless you want to.” His eyes meet mine, glowing blue fire. “Do you want to go out without me?”

“Are you crazy? I love going out with you. When I go out I hate that you aren’t there.” The words slip unheeded, my stomach somersaults at how clingy, needy, they sound. Then his hand is in my hair pulling me to him and I stop thinking of sounding needy.

I stop thinking entirely, lost in his all-consuming kiss. Hot, wet, his tongue owns me, showing me what he wants, will get, from me. His hand is under my skirt finding me as wet now as I was that first night, thick fingers slide up inside me and within minutes he takes me to heaven.

I take in air, barely able to move I watch him lick and suck his fingers. His grin is naughty, “I couldn’t help myself.”

Two can play that game. I undo my seatbelt with a click that makes him go still in surprise. Moving fast, I’m on my knees in front of him, my hands freeing him. “What?”

It’s the only word he gets out before I suck lightly on the head of his cock, with gentle pressure, before sucking all of him inside. Grant moans as I hum once he’s deep in my throat. His hands i

n my hair set the pace for him, but I want to make him come faster. My hands cup his soft, silky pouch, gently massaging him.

With a grunt of my name he speeds up the pace then he’s coming down my throat. I feel like a queen, owner of all I survey watching the way his body is as boneless as he makes me feel. His head rolls back against the seat, his eyes close.

I take my time putting him back together before I get into my seat and put my seatbelt back on.

“I thought civilized people don’t do things like that in the back of the car?” Grant’s voice is husky as he looks at me.

“Mmmm... you’ve shown me civilized is very boring.” I lean toward him to kiss him on the cheek.

Chapter Eleven

Watching Anne step out of the car, her hand in mine, tightening with fear, I marvel at what this woman has come to mean to me. I whisper, “I’m here.” and watch her smile, her eyes a serene dove grey.

Is it that? I wonder, that she trusts in me so completely my presence is enough to calm her. Maybe it’s the way she smiles when she sees me. Her smile alone when she finds me still in bed with her is enough to bring me to my knees at the awe it fills me with.

I know I’m lucky someone as beautiful, intelligent, kind, and funny as Anne is mine. While I have no illusions money is where we began, it isn’t the money that has freed her from her inhibitions or led her to share a past she wanted to forget.

Watching her become who she never thought she could or would be has been captivating. While Anne thought she had come to terms with her past, she hadn’t, not really. Not with the time she spent as an escort but more importantly not with the lessons drummed into her as she grew up. Even though she had lived her life by her own rules for a long time, the foundation laid down by her parents still lingered.

The ways she revels in her newfound pleasure of the flesh is also eye opening, a window into the nimble mind of hers. A mind that was open to every new experience. Her excitement over the idea of going back to school is painfully sweet. Something others took for granted or resented, Anne is looking forward to.

We are met at the limousine; the guy waiting introduces himself as James Smith, and the woman, Constance O’Neal. Once he starts talking, though, I tune him out, paying more attention to Anne. It doesn’t take long for me to want to kick the guy’s ass for the way he talks down to Anne.

By the time we make it into the building and are being shown into a corner office, I ignore the invitation to sit. Looking at the woman, “You can stay, he needs to go. I don’t like men who talk down to women. Especially when the woman is the only reason we are here.”

The woman’s eyes go wide, she’s quick to hide a smile as she walks the guy out the door. Turning around, her smile is full force. “I want to apologize to you both for Mr. Smith, he isn’t normally...”

“Such an asshole? Ms. O’Neal, this is about Anne. I do believe I made that clear when I called. Anne is interested in finding a new career and what further education she might need to make it happen. I’m simply here for support.”