Page 8 of Coming for His Second Chance
"Good." He moves up the lounger and lays down next to me, pulling me into his side.
"Have dinner with me tomorrow." He says, though it's not really a question, but I still feel like he's asking.
I just nod, as I curl into his side. He kisses the top of my head and pulls me in tight, as his hand runs over every inch of me that it can reach.
"I should get you home." He says, when I start to doze off.
"Mmmm, okay," I say, sitting up.
He grabs my panties and shoves them into his pocket.
"Those are my favorite pair," I pout.
"I will buy you ten more."
He helps me slip back into my leggings, and then leads me through the house to his car. I'm too busy looking at him to really see the details of the house.
Once I get settled into the car, he turns the heat on for me, and I don't realize I’m drifting off again, until the car stops.
He chuckles. "I like that I can wear you out like that," he says, as he comes around and opens my door.
"It's been a long few days," I say, climbing out of the car. He follows me to the front door, presses me into it, and then kisses me.
It's a deep kiss, and his tongue plays with mine, like it played with my clit earlier tonight.
"Goodnight, Starshine. See you tomorrow."
I watch him walk back to his truck, enjoying the sight. Damn, those jeans look good on him.
When he gets into his truck, I turn and head inside.
Before I even get ready for bed, I start up my laptop and look up his parents and their company.
Holy shit.
He's not just rich.
He's a fucking billionaire.
Grayson
The next day at work, all I can think about is making Kaitlyn come twice. It's all I was able to think about.
Last night, no matter how many times I beat off, I couldn't get my dick to go down, so I could get some sleep. I took two cold showers and another one this morning, and they didn't even help.
Today, is no different. Every time I think of her, I remember her spread out on the lounge chair, her curves on display, and looking up at me with a glazed satisfied look on her face. When Ithink of her orgasm, and the way she shouted my name, I'm rock hard.
I keep checking the clock to see if it's time to leave to go pick her up yet, but time is going so slow. Slower than a snail's pace.
When my phone pings, I jump to grab it.
Kaitlyn:I can't believe you did it.
I smile. I promised her I'd buy her ten more of those panties she likes, and I did. Only I bought one in every color, and I'm guessing they were just delivered to her cabin.
Me:You like them?
Kaitlyn:I love them, but I know they aren't cheap, Grayson!
