Chapter 82 Explore

Chapter 82 Explore
\[Gianna’s POV\]

I watch as Grant stares at me and when he opens his mouth to say something about what I’ve said, the doors to the elevator slide open and the room beyond comes into view.

Eyes widening, I take it in, noting the plush white sofa and chairs sitting in the middle of it and the large golden chandelier above.

Behind there are stairs and at the top of those stairs I can make out what looks like a bed and the usual furniture that you can find in a room. However, the thing that stands out the most to me, are the large glass sliding doors at the back of it the private balcony beyond that overlooks the ocean.

So extravagant. I think as Grant turns to take in what I am in as well.

“Instead of just staring, you are more than welcome to go and get a look at it.”

Nodding, I don’t stop him from grabbing my hand and pulling me forward so that my shoes press against pristine white carpet.

“Shit,” I hiss, immediately attempting to take them off. “It’s going to get dirty.”

“It won’t,” Grant chuckles, but he doesn’t stop me. “Or is this something that you insist on doing?”

As he speaks, he starts to kick off his own shoes I can see that he is trying to accommodate me.

I appreciate his attempt, but I already know that it will take a while for me to get used to everything that is changing around me. I could only hope that it happened sooner than later, because I really felt like I was having a very vivid dream.

“Come on,” Grant repeats, pulling me further into the room so that I can get a better view of the walls and their paintings and the simple yet elegant furniture that is scattered around. “This is the living room.” He begins as though he is some sort of tour guide. “This is the kitchen.” He continues as we step into the kitchen and grow closer to the doors and the balcony overlooking the sea and as I prepare myself for the view, he beelines and brings me to the stairs instead.

Mean. I think, wondering if he understood that that was the thing I wanted a closeup of the most.

“These are the stairs that lead to the second floor.” He says now, leading me up the stairs. “And this is where we will be sleeping.”

Nodding, I let my gaze travel across the landing, taking in the large king size bed with a red comforter with black filigri and fluffy pillows with black satin cases.

Beneath the bed is a fluffy white rug that saves our feet from having to touch cold linoleum first thing in the morning and beside the bed is a nightstand.

“This way is the bathroom.” Grant continues, pulling me toward a door to the right and when he pushes it open, I get the perfect view of a large sauna tub to one side and a shower with glass surrounding it to the other.

For a moment, I stare at the tub while suddenly feeling like I could go for a soak and it is almost like Grant senses my thoughts.

“Do you want to get cleaned up first?”

“Cleaned up,” I repeat, shivering as his hands find their way to my waist and his body presses against mine. “What’s going through your mind?”

“Probably the same as yours.” He chuckles, his fingers grabbing the hem of my dress and pulling. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Is it?”

What the hell did I look like right now for him to even say such a thing?

“If I’m wrong, you can…”

“You’re not wrong,” I murmur, though up until this point I wasn’t really thinking about such things. I was too distracted by the place I was being shown, but now that we were here and Grant’s heat was seeping into me and his fingers were brushing my bare thighs as he slowly works my dress up, well, I couldn’t deny that I was becoming horny.

“Bath,” I murmur, turning around and facing him so that a look of disappointment flashes in his eyes. “Then I’ll consider giving you a treat.”

“Consider,” Grant repeats, his hands finding my ass and pulling. “I don’t like that word.”

“Oh?” I ask, smirking. “Are you used to always getting what you want?”

I shouldn’t be asking that. I was more than aware that he was, but I just couldn’t stop myself from pushing.

“I’ve never really wanted anything.” He points out and I feel a wave of shock rush through me. “But I could get used to it.”

Nodding, I reach forward and start undoing the buttons of his shirt while he slides his hands down the back of my thighs to grab my dress again and this time when he gets ahold of it, he doesn’t even hesitate to rip it off of me.

Gasping, I straighten up as he lifts it over my head, stopping me from my conquest and then throws the dress to the ground beside us.

Once it is out of the way, he reaches behind me and quickly undoes my bra.

“Mmmm,” he rumbles hornily as my breasts come into view. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“I know,” I smile. “But you can continue telling me that.”

“I’ll tell you as many times as you need to believe it.”

As he speaks, he steps forward, his hands grabbing my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, and then his hands sliding down into my underwear so he can remove it.

Biting my lip, I watch as Grant brings his mouth to mine, his tongue jutting out to part my lips, his teeth nibbling at my bottom lip and as a whimper of satisfaction escapes me, he continues his descent.

“Grant,” I gasp as his mouth finds my collarbone. “Bath.”

“Bath,” he repeats, his lips and teeth finding my nipple and attacking.

“Oh!” I hiss, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Fuck a bath. How the hell could I even think of a damned bath when he was teasing me like this, but even then, I don’t want to do such things right here in the middle of this room.

“Grant,” I murmur, stepping back and smiling at him. “We should move this.”

“To where?” He asks as I slowly saunter to the counter behind me and when I reach, I hop up on it and once I’m in place, I begin to spread my legs.

“Here,” I announce seductively. “Come and enjoy me here.”

“Vixen,” Grant chuckles, moving forward and positioning himself between my thighs. “You’re such a fucking vixen.”