91- It has no importance

can barely respond. I realize now that this will be the second time I’m encased in Grady’s arms, and it is messing with my ability to breathe normally.
I know I’m playing a very dangerous game by still remaining here like this with him, but I don’t want to extricate myself from the sheer pleasure of this.
I do however want to hear it from the horse’s mouth. That he’s even a little bit as affected as I am. So before he falls any deeper into sleep, I part my lips and speak, “I should leave.”
It takes moments before he responds, and I don’t dare breathe until he does. He tightens his arms around me. “Why?”
My heart jumps in my chest. “Well work, tomorrow” “I’m your boss. You can come in late.”
My lips spread into a stupid smile that make my cheeks ache. I nestle even further into him.
He growls into my ear, “Stop. Unless you want to cancel our entire day at the office tomorrow.”
I muffle my laughter and it’s thereafter the easiest thing in the world to settle into his embrace and fall asleep
I listen to the gentle rise and fall of his chest against me, and it isn’t long before I join him in bliss. We are however rudely awakened by the sudden shrill of his phone, late into the night.
His movements fully rouse me, as with a groan he leans away to reach towards the nightstand for his phone. It is however not there, which is understandable since our clothes were discarded at the entrance to the bedroom
He pulls away from me and I instantly feel the chill of his absence. Sitting up, I reach for the covers to pull them up my body and watch as he retrieves his pants by the door. The call disconnects before he

can respond to it but he soon redials the number, and places the phone to his ear. I look around the dimly lit room solely and softly illuminated by the soft glow of the moon from beyond the balcony. I think of where my own phone has been discarded needing to know what the time is since there is no clock present.
“Sheriff?”
I listen to him speak, and that immediately gets my alarm bells ringing. Sheriff? I listen more attentively and although I worry that it’s a little intrusive, I assume he would have taken the initiative to move into another room if he truly needed the privacy.
Grady releases a deep sigh. “How is he now?” he asks. “Fuck,” he curses. I’m a bit taken aback by the frustration in his tone.
“Just a second, I want to check what the time is.” He starts to pull the lit screen away from his ear but then immediately returns it. “Alright, I’ll be there in about an hour. Thank you, Sheriff. Please keep an eye on him for me.” He ends the call, and for a few more seconds just stares straight ahead. Then he turns around to find my gaze in the dimness.
“Is everything all right?” I ask.
He comes over to me, gloriously naked and sits on the side of the bed. “It’s just ten minutes past 6,” he says. “Do you want to stay longer to sleep in or do you want me to give you a ride back home?”
“I’ll leave,” I immediately say and start to rise. “I’ll get a cab home, don’t worry about it.”
Then before I can move too far away, he grabs my arm and pulls me back towards him. For a while, he just stares at me, and I hate that the light is not enough to show the true emotions on his face.
“Grady,” I call softly. “Is everything okay?”
With a sigh, he brings my hand to his cheek. “No,” he says. “My dad was found passed out drunk next to a highway in Aurora.”
My heart seizes in surprise. I don’t know what to say to this so I instead lean forward and throw my arms around him for a hug. This pulls the fabric off my body as a result and leaves the both of us once again, skin to skin.
This time the heat we generate is mild but no less sweet and heart wrenching. “I hope he’s okay.” “He might not be,” he says. “After the scolding I’m about to give him.”

I smile but do not produce an actual laugh. Then I move away from him, but before I can think up my next action, he slants his head and begins to nibble softly on my bottom lip. This amuses me so I take the initiative to demand a complete kiss. Our tongues tangle against the other in a slow, sensual dance that has me reeling in no time. My heart begins to pump faster and my core tightens almost painfully as he has immediately awoken the need to have him inside me once again.
He soon breaks it off, but it results in a whimper from me. I place my hand on his chest and hide my face in his neck. I can’t get enough of this man and it makes me truly wonder if I will ever be sated.
“I have to leave soon,” he says. “Sleep in, and come to work a bit later. I’ll do the same.”
I shake my head and mutter into his skin, “We have Elaine’s new module presentation at 9 AM.” “Move that to the afternoon,” he replies. “I’m sure I have a free hour somewhere.”
“You do,” I respond.
“Tell her to just turn in the documents before then, and also to send a copy via email. I’ll study them when I get some free time during the day.
“Yes, sir,” I reply, and lift my gaze up to once again meet his beautiful blue eyes. Our voices are soft and low, and I’m certain that if someone else were in the room, they might not have been able to hear a word we have said to each other so far. This level of intimacy and closeness is staggering and enthralling. And it especially makes me wonder how I’m going to navigate speaking professionally to him after this. We both are truly playing with fire or—maybe it is just me.
“I’ll order some breakfast for you,” he says.
I shake my head and move to the edge of the bed. “No, I want to take a shower. This is usually when I get up anyway so that I can be in the office before eight.”
“Alright, let’s take one together then,” he says.
My heart leaps into my throat. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “Why not?” He asks and rises to his feet.
“You have to be out of here. If we get in that shower together you will be late.”
“You’re right.” He smiles. “But I’m still not going to pass this chance up. Let’s go. We’ll try our best to be quick.” He pulls me along with him and we head towards his massive bathroom. In the space is a shower stall made entirely of marble and glass, and a large four legged bathtub in the corner.
I can’t help but stare, the dream of one day soaking in it with him taking shape in my mind.

He notices my gaze on it and laughs softly. “Not today, Blair. We have shit to do.” “I know,” I reply. “I know. Do you have a spare toothbrush?”
“I do,” he says and we both head over to his vanity sink.
The warmth of the bathroom lights are so flattering that I’m not too ashamed of being naked. I do however pick up a towel from the rack in a corner to wrap around myself.
He grabs it and pulls it away before I can cover up. “Hey!” I protest.
He hands me the toothbrush and throws the towel across the floor. “When we’re together, let’s be completely exposed to each other. I want this to feel as natural as possible.” He squeezes some toothpaste onto my brush.
I stare at it. “But this isn’t natural though,” I say, unable to stop myself.
“It is,” he says as he runs his brush under the gushing faucet. “Let’s make it so. When we’re together let’s forget everything else. The past and the future. Let’s just live in the present and just be with each other. Uninhibited.”
That’s a lot to ask, is my final thought on the matter but I don’t voice this one out loud.