Chapter 86 A Perfect Week

Chapter 86 A Perfect Week
\[Gianna’s POV\]

I brace myself, my hands pressed against the wall in front of me, my legs spread ready for Grant’s dick that rubs against me seductively.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, his teeth nibbling my ear, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. “Why do you want my attention?”

Because I’m horny. I think, but I couldn’t just openly say that, right?

I mean up until just the other day I was avoiding him and trying to keep a distance and now I was all but begging for him to fuck me.

I guess I was a pretty fickle woman.

“If you don’t tell me, I’m not going to give you what you want.” Grant murmurs and to prove his point pulls away.

“What?” I gasp, but he presses his hand against the small of my back.

“Don’t move,” he warns. “Stay just like that.”

Kinky. Fuck, this man was kinky and I had to admit I liked it.

Of course, I dabbled in some kinky shit like this, but I was almost certain this man would take it further than those men in the past.

Was it an experience thing? Or was he this domineering because of his position as a CEO and leader? I didn’t know, but honestly did it even matter.

“Do you know how beautiful you look standing there with your ass out and legs spread begging for me to fuck you?” The man in question asks now.

“Take a picture,” I smirk. “That way you can enjoy the view all the time.”

“You’re being pretty bratty today.” Grant huffs, his body pressing against me and when his hand slips between my thighs and his fingers rub tauntingly against my clit, I immediately want to be even more bratty.

If doing it got me this type of punishment, well, I wasn’t against it.

“You just got wetter.” Grant laughs. “You really are a naughty vixen.”

“I guess I am,” I agree and immediately hiss as he raps my pussy.

Fuck. How was it possible that something like that could feel so good? Most certainly not me.

“Mmmmm,” Grant rumbles. “I think I liked that noise. Shall I make you make it again?”

“Please,” I whimper as he does it again, causing more pleasure to move through me. “Please.” I repeat.

“Please what?” Grant asks. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I murmur. “I want you inside me.”

“Fuck, vixen.” Grant groans, moving forward so his dick presses against my ass. “How can I deny you when you’re begging me?”

“Don’t.”

I don’t want him to deny me. Now that he had me riled up, I wanted him to take care of what he did and he does, again and again, until I’m incapable of standing.

That’s how most of our ‘honeymoon’ goes. Sure, we enjoy the pool, hit the beach, and soak up the sun, but we mostly stay indoors doing things that wouldn’t be acceptable outside in front of others.

It’s a blissful week. One that I didn’t realize I needed until it was happening, but the week ends much too quickly and when we return home there’s a huge hurdle to deal with.

Mom and Anthony.

So far, they weren’t informed about mine and Grant’s marrying and they most certainly didn’t know about my pregnancy.

If I was being honest, I didn’t want to tell them. I wanted to keep it a secret as long as possible, but Grant insisted that we be completely open with them because they would eventually end up finding out, especially when they discovered we were living together.

It was only natural that we live in the same place since we were putting on this act of being a happily married couple, but even then, knowing that I would have to move out of my apartment that I shared with my bestie was a bit sad.

“Ready?” Grant asks now as we unboard our plane. “Where should we go first?”

For a moment, I don’t speak as I consider.

The productive thing to do would be to go ahead to my apartment so I can pack my things, but I also kind of wanted to get things settled between my mother and me.

Even now, I can’t forget her concern over Grant showing me special attention. At the time, I could lie and say nothing was happening between us, but I couldn’t do that now that I was expecting.

“If you want, I can go see your mother and Anthony while you…”

“No,” I say, knowing that I can’t avoid it. “I should be there too.”

Grant wasn’t the only one who should shoulder the blame for what has taken place between us. I should also take on my own blame and accept whatever it is that my mother and Anthony.

“I’ll go,” I say more firmly. “Let’s go there first.”

Wasn’t getting things taken care of sooner than later the best option? I thought so and that’s why after grabbing our luggage, we climb into a car that Grant called for us and head to my mother’s home.

When we arrive, my mother is the first to greet us, stepping out the door with her arms wide for a hug.

“Honey!” She beams, rushing up to me like she hasn’t seen me in ages. “You’re just in time.”

“Just in time,” I repeat, pulling away and taking her in. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a surprise guest here to see you.” She tells me. “Wouldn’t you say that it is fate that you returned from your trip when he came?”

“He,” I repeat, wondering who on earth would want to come see me. “You’re going to have to be more specific. I don’t know who this he you’re…”

“Have you already forgotten me?”

I freeze as the voice drifts toward me and when my gaze moves past my mother to the one who has spoken, I feel my eyes widen.

“Ace,” I whisper, taking him in like he is a figment of my imagination. “No way! You’ve come home!”