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Lethal. It was the only word that came to Grant’s mind as he saw a masseuse touch Trixie’s bare back. Lethal.
As Trixie cooed and lightly moaned, Grant watched from a safe distance. It wasn’t to interrupt the pair but to make sure he wasn’t about to catch a charge. Another man touching his woman and making her feel good? He didn’t give a goddamn where that man was on the rainbow flag scale, he was about to fight him.
When Grant was about to crash out and wear L.A. County’s finest orange jumpsuit, the massage stopped. “Thank you for being a wonderful client, Trixie!” The man thanked Trixie after he gathered his items.
“Thank you so much, Jasper!” Trixie sighed.
Jasper walked up to Grant and smiled. “Thank you for being a gracious host, Mr. McGinnis.” He nodded.
“Mm-hmm.” Grant forced a grin and closed the door behind Jasper. He made a beeline to Trixie, who got up from the table and was in the process of covering herself. “No, don’t. I want to see you naked.”
Trixie blushed. “You’ve seen me naked all morning.”
“And I’ll see you naked forever,” Grant promised as he closed the distance. He stood between her thighs and held her waist. His nose nuzzled her neck and he placed small kisses. He pulled back and stared at her face.
Dark, slanted eyes. Sharp cheekbones. Full lips. Rich, mahogany skin. The thick head of dark brown hair. “Fuck, you are so damn beautiful.” He swept his lips over hers and played with her tongue. His lips barely pulled away from hers as he made his way down her body. “How was your day with the ladies?”
Trixie wrapped her arms around Grant’s neck. “You’re asking me that question while you’re doing all of this?”
“Why not?” Grant continued to kiss her neck. He moved down to her collarbone before he suckled on one breast. “Was it a good day with them?”
Charlotte was on her best behavior because she didn’t want to upset Sylvia, but when Sylvia wasn’t around Charlotte tried in vain not to be a massive cunt. It didn’t work. She plastered a smile if Trixie could call it that. It was akin to a rabid dog baring their teeth. “It was as good as it could be.”
“Mmm…” Grant squeezed the other breast and moved his fingers to her pussy. “…it’s a good thing you don’t have to see them often.”
“I guess so,” Trixie smiled at Grant as he nudged her legs open. “How was your meeting with your father and brother?”
Grant picked up Trixie and carried her to the bed. “Productive. I’ll be returning to the family business soon enough. There is a condition which I’ll speak to you about after the fact.” He hurried got out of his clothing and rolled her on top of him. “But I don’t care about any of that. I want to get you off again.” He kissed her. “And again.” He kissed her again. “And again.”
Trixie adjusted her position and sunk on Grant’s thick cock. She sighed. He moaned. “Fuck…” She whispered.
“Damnit, Traci…” He slapped her ass and she squealed. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.”
“Tight for you,” she eased up and down on his cock, reveling how thick he felt inside her hot, tight pussy. She studied his face and saw the emotion splayed. His eyes were hungry. His hands were anxious. He was patient as the slow, delicious build of pleasure exchanged.
Grant began to play with Trixie’s swollen clit and she screamed out his name, collapsing on top of him as the orgasm washed over her. “Good girl. That was one.” He rolled over and flipped Trixie onto her stomach. He guided her hips upward and held her neck down as he slid back inside her.
He gave her long, hard strokes; slamming into her with each thrust and his cock touching her cervix. Trixie felt blinded by incredible pleasure as Grant dominated her body and soul. She’d never felt pleasure like that before. She’d never met a man who turned her out like that.
She’d never fallen so hard and fast in love like that.
As Grant relentlessly drove his cock in Trixie’s tight and wet heat, his free hand held Trixie’s right shoulder. “Good girl, take it.” He guided. Trixie slightly turned her head to suck on Grant’s finger and he almost lost it. “That’s it. Pretend it’s my dick, baby.”
“Grant…” Trixie cried. The coils of a climax began to build in her stomach and it began to spread throughout her body. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold off. It was becoming too much. Too much pleasure. Too much…everything.
“You’re about to come, baby?” He coaxed as he continued to slam his hips against hers. “I want you to come all over my dick.”
“Grant, fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Trixie cried as she collapsed on the bed.
“That’s my princess…” He thrust a few more times before he pulled out and shot all over her ass, coating it with his hot, sticky come. He collapsed beside her. He studied her face, drinking her beauty in, and realized his father was right –
Grant was absolutely in love with Trixie. The fake relationship became a very real one.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
TRIXIE FLOWERS WAS not aprincessby any means. She was Traci Flowers, Uber driver.
