Page 88 of Getting Down to Business

Gray was able to leave forty minutes later after talking the client out of finding another firm. Alyssa’s idea worked like a charm.

When he walked into his apartment, the smell of enchiladas filled his nose and happiness filled his heart.

Liss was wearing short cotton shorts with the waistband rolled over. Her skimpy tank top was one of those with the bra built in, but the built-in bra was no more than an extra layer of thin fabric. Her nipples were hard from being in the refrigerator where she was getting him a bottle of beer.

“Sorry about your day. Did you get it worked out?” she asked with a smile as she held out the bottle. “This should help.”

The beer would definitely help, but at the moment, he was eyeing something that would improve his mood so much better than alcohol.

She’d turned back to chopping tomatoes on the cutting board.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she offered. Talk? No.

He glanced over at the oven timer, which displayed twenty-three minutes until dinner. More than enough time. Since he knew her so well, sex could be both satisfying and quick.

“I’ve wanted you all day,” he whispered at her ear as he took her hand, sucking the tomato juice from her fingertips.

The smile she gave him was full of sin and good things as she worked the buttons of his shirt open and slid it off his shoulders.

He tossed his wallet on the counter before picking her up and setting her on the island to begin the frenzy of getting inside her.

He rolled up the tank top, exposing her perfect breasts. He took a moment to suck on each nipple before tugging off the shorts and her leopard print panties at the same time.

Her breath caught as she struggled with the button and zipper on his pants, pulling them down only far enough to gain access. Her fingers gripped him tightly and his head fell back for a moment, accepting the pleasure.

He still needed to be with her. Nothing else would get rid of the tension.

She dug through his wallet, finding the condom and rolled it on him with a skill that had him twitching.

Her skin made a small squeak as he slid her across the counter top to the edge. With one single movement he pushed the whole way inside her. The groan that escaped him expelled all the pent-up annoyance from the day. The air he pulled in was all Alyssa. The vanilla scent from her hair, the smell of her skin. The spicy scent of dinner in the oven.

“Grayson,” she breathed against his bare chest as he shoved into her again and again. He had told her he liked to hear his name, but this wasn’t just her following instructions. She said his name like she was his and knew it.

“Liss,” he gasped for another reason. He was close. Too close to stop. For a second, he was irritated that he hadn’t satisfied her, but then he felt her muscles clenching and pulling him deeper into his release. “Alyssa,” he groaned out once more.

The bad part about doing it on the kitchen counter was there was no place to go when his legs were unable to hold him up. He leaned against her heavily as she placed tender kisses on his neck and shoulders.

“Feel better?” she asked with shaky breath.

“God. You have no idea.” He raised his head to smile at her. At the same time, they looked over to the oven. Three minutes to spare. “Dinner is underwear formal,” he announced with a crooked grin. “Leopards are welcome.”

In the past, they’d eaten pizza after sex in just their underwear, but they’d never eaten an actual meal at the table together just the two of them.

He smacked her ass lightly when she tugged up the boy shorts and returned to making the salad. Soon they were sitting down topless.

“To better days ahead,” Alyssa said, holding up her glass of wine.

“It couldn’t get much worse,” he joked and touched his glass to hers. “How was your day?”

His attention was derailed for a moment, as Alyssa cut her enchilada, making her breasts jiggle in a very appealing way. What was it about boobs that made them so fantastic?

“…it’s a small account, but it’s mine.” He heard the last part and his brows rose in surprise.

“You got the Pinehurst account?” he all but yelled, while hoping he wasn’t asking a question she had already covered when he was hypnotized by her breasts.

“Yeah.” She nodded and shrugged it off like it was insignificant, but he could see the happiness beaming out of her.

“Liss, that is great. Congratulations.”