Page 94 of The Rival's Obsession
“Why haven’t you taken advantage of the full terms of your contract?”
His steps pause. He got the implication.
“I never actually saw the contract,” he admits. “Dante handled that part. I had no idea. Then you showed up on his arm and…”
“And?”
“At first, I was surprised. Maybe not pleasantly,” he says, giving me a sidelong glance. “But now…”
His eyes dip again and linger on my cleavage. He doesn’t even try to hide it.
I smile. “Now you’re imagining all the things you didn’t realize you paid for.”
His jaw flexes. He doesn’t argue.
“You know, Dante took the contract out in both your names,” I say lightly. “You each have equal access to the full package.”
He raises a brow. “Meaning?”
I guide us gently, deliberately, down a quiet corridor just off the main ballroom—the kind of space no one pays attention to unless they need a moment alone.
Grant glances around, a little wary, rubbing the back of his neck. “So does that mean… uh?—”
I turn smoothly and press him back against the wall, one hand firm on his chest.
“Does it mean you could bend me over right here and fuck me in this corridor?” I whisper. “Yes.”
His breath hitches. His eyes drop again, darker this time—arousal eclipsing hesitation.
I press my body flush—and feel the unmistakable hardness straining beneath his slacks. Perfect.
I lift one leg against him; his hands are on me instantly—one sliding down my thigh, the other gripping my waist.
“If you wanted,” I murmur, brushing my lips along the shell of his ear, “we could even see what fun you, me, and Dante could have together.”
Grant groans, pulling me tighter. I roll my hips once and his hands grip harder.
“What makes you think I would share?” he growls.
“Who says you’d be sharing me?” I whisper, letting my mouth hover just shy of his. Each word is a promise. A threat. A challenge.
“Maybe…” I breathe, “we’d be sharing you.”
Then I kiss him.
He groans into my mouth—hungry, desperate, searching. I taste the frustration, the desire, the need he didn’t know what to do with until now.
I don’t have to guess how turned on he is. I can feel him throbbing against me, so I grip his cockover his pantsand massage. Because right now, he’s mine to play with.
I bite at his bottom lip as I pull away, slow and deliberate, tugging just enough to make him chase my mouth again. I don’t let him catch it.
“I want you to do something for me, Grant,” I murmur, voice low and liquid with promise.
His eyes remain fixed on my mouth. “What?”
I take his hand—large, warm, eager—and guide it between us. Beneath the slit of my dress. Under the delicate band of my panties.
With a hum, his fingers slip in, and I see the exact moment he finds it—his breath catches, his whole body goes taut.
