Grant nodded.
“Good. Then I’m satisfied.”
“I wish I could say the same.”
I wasn’t looking at him, but I knew his brows shot to the top of his forehead.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, failing to keep the offense out of his tone.
“I only came once. I thought I married an eater. I guess not,” I said, sighing heavily.
“I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to pull that reverse psychology shit,” he said, moving down my body. “But guess what? It isn’t working,” he declared, settling between my parted thighs.
“Oh yeah?” I said, propping myself on my elbows, lips parted in a grin.
“I’m doing this because I want to. Not because—”
I bucked my hips, pushing my pussy to his lips, bumping against them. Luckily for me, he got the message.
Chapter Forty-Two
Kiyah
“Damn it. He’s early,” Grant grumbled when the doorbell chimed as we made ourselves presentable after our spontaneous romp in the hay.
“He’s not early. You just lost track of time,” I said, admiring my hair that I’d twisted into an elegant knot.
“Can you blame me?” he asked, slapping me on the ass, wearing a satisfied smirk.
“Not at all. And if it weren’t for Kieran’s party, I’d spend the rest of the day in bed with you.”
“Don’t tempt me, Ki.”
The doorbell rang again. I glanced at Grant in the mirror and found that he was still bumbling around looking for his socks that were probably kicked under the bed.
“I’ll answer it,” I volunteered, leaving the bedroom. I trotted downstairs, feeling lighter and more energetic than I had a few hours ago. I approached the security monitor by the front door and peered at the tall, broad-shouldered man in a dark gray suit. His hair was close-cropped, and it was clear from his features that he meant serious business.
I pressed the button to speak.
“Hello? How may I help you?”
“Good afternoon. I’m Mr. Ross Stone with Sentinel Security. Am I speaking with Mrs. Baker?”
“You are. May I see your identification?”
For a moment, he seemed taken aback, but I didn’t give a damn. I wasn’t taking any chances. He produced his driver’s license and security badge for confirmation, holding them up to the camera.
“Thank you,” I said, opening the door. “Please come in.”
Mr. Stone side-stepped me and entered, eyes flicking around as he assessed our home.
“You’re thorough. That’s a good sign that you take your safety seriously. Yes, Sentinel is here to protect you, but everyone has to do their part and be proactive.”
I nodded. “I agree.”
He finally shoved his hand out in greeting. I accepted it, giving him a firm shake while maintaining eye contact. His eyes darted away a little too quickly, and he dropped my hand like it was on fire.
I didn’t want to read too much into it, but Granddad’s lessons were returning to the surface.