His Desire (Billionaire Blind Date Book 5) by Jacinda Chance

One – Grant
     
    I screamed, and Grant had to grab my waist to keep me from tumbling backward as I arched and came. His whole body jerked, and he clamped onto my hips, holding me still, and he shouted in pleasure of his own. Only then, shuddering, impaled upon his length and riding out the tail of my own orgasm, did I realize that I hadn’t just cried out.
    I’d done something he’d been quite clear I should never do again.
    I’d screamed his name.
     
     
    Sophie looked down at me, what she’d done written all over her face. I could tell she thought I’d be angry and react the way I had before.
    I wasn’t.
    I didn’t.
    I put my hands on her ass, on the skin that had to sting under my touch, and rolled my hips to push as deep as I could. I said nothing, because I didn’t know what to say. After a few moments, unable to stand the look of regret on her face, I whispered, “Good girl.”
    Sophie sighed, dropped her hands, and collapsed forward, burying her face against my neck with a contented moan. I rubbed her back, and marveled at how right it felt to be with her like this. Exactly what I never wanted, and now I had it, and it felt right .
    I knew not to trust those feelings, though. I’d watched my father love my mother and end up a pathetic, bullied husband because of it. His weakness repelled me, especially when his inability to stand up to her led him to double-down on me. If he hadn’t let her rule him, perhaps we could have had a normal father/son relationship, instead of one in which all I did was draw his contempt and disappointment.
    I would never be like that man, never give any woman the opportunity to slump my shoulders and break my spirit the way he did. I’d decided that years before Sophie came into my life.
    But I’d just had to say a final goodbye to the man I’d loved like a father, and it felt so good to have her against me. I could have this moment, couldn’t I?
    When gravity slipped me from her body, I pulled her to the side, to lie against me. Her cheek and arm lay on my chest. I felt like I should say something soft, something sweet. She deserved that.
    “Thank you for today.” I put my hand over hers on my chest, the ring I’d given her pressing against my palm. Suddenly, softness became too uncomfortable. “And I don’t just mean for the incredible fuck.”
    She laughed, when I’d expected her to bristle. Always surprising me.
    “Thank you for that,” she mumbled. “And you’re welcome for the rest.” She lifted up to look at me, her whiskey eyes even more beautiful than the day I’d met her. “I really am sorry about your uncle. The way you spoke of him . . . I know it must be difficult.”
    I nodded. “Like losing a father. He . . . was a good man.” I’d almost said more. Maybe indulging in this moment had been a slippery slope after all. Sophie pressed against me. A part of me wanted to say more, wanted to pour out my feelings about him and let her hold me while I did it.
    God damn it.
    I cleared my throat. “I realize that you may already have some sort of, I don’t know, wedding preparation plans on Friday? Rehearsals or something, don’t people do that the day before? But if it can be arranged, Hollis would like us to have dinner with him Friday evening.”
    It was subtle, but Sophie stiffened. She lifted her face, and that look of regret was back, but this time it wasn’t for screaming my name.
    “Grant, about that.”
    “If you’re busy, it’s all right. I warned him that you might be.”
    “I’m not busy.”
    “Good. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
    “Grant . . . the wedding’s been cancelled.”
    I don’t know what I’d expected her to say or what I thought could have made her look so uncertain. But it hadn’t been that. I’d agreed to take her to this wedding in exchange for her company when I wished it. And I got far more out of the bargain than that. If there were no wedding . . . I could no longer expect anything from her.
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