“Grant,” she starts to talk, but I want her to focus on the feeling and not on producing words. I pound into her hard, and I keep the pace, slamming in and then sliding back out. Moving in and out in quick successions as I watch her clamped tits flow with the beat of the base of my shaft hitting her clit. She is on the verge of climaxing again.
“Hold on, Mazie, don’t come yet. Only come when I tell you to.”
“Dammit!” Her yell is in frustration, but my good girl holds herself, and I see the pressure of it being difficult written all over her face.
“Almost there.” Pound, pound, pound. The sound of our skin slapping together and Mazie’s heavy breathing from the exertion makes it challenging not to come. “Hang on, not yet,” I tell her, just as much as I’m telling myself. Slap, slap, slap. Bang, bang, bang. God, this woman is heaven.
I feel her walls begin to swell again. “Now! Come now, Mazie.” She obeys at the same time that I release both nipple clamps simultaneously. The deep pulsing around my cock lets me know that her reaction is immediate with her pussy walls squeezing my dick, and she screams the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. I can’t hold back any longer and shoot my load so hard and fast that I have to brace myself on the table, placing my hands on either side of Mazie’s thighs. My head slumps, closing my eyes because I see stars, as my body spasms, automatically pushing my hips into her more. It knows it can’t get enough of this woman and will draw it out as long as possible.
My rapid breaths start to slow, and my vision is clear enough to dispose of the condom. Then I gently untie Mazie, massage each limb as I go, and carry her exhausted form to my bed.
Not wanting to leave her side to go clean up, I sit by her on the bed, stroking her hair and looking at her beautiful slumber face. “You are perfect,” I whisper to her. “I really wish you could come with me.”
My confession to her sleeping body is something that I’m not confident enough to say out loud. I know I’m dominating in the bedroom and a powerful business billionaire, but she’s already turned me down once when she left. That hurt after we’d only known each other a few days. It hurt worse than anything that I had ever experienced before. I’m scared to see what her rejection would feel like now.
Chapter 18
Mazie
The past three and a half months have crawled minute by painstaking minute. There’s been this huge void in my heart since the day I kissed Grant goodbye on his yacht right before it floated off out to sea and took him back to work in Texas.
Yeah, we’ve texted, talked, FaceTimed, and emailed each other, but his obvious busy life and my busy life are too much. I have to choose, either let Grant go for good, or accept the fact and just deal with how a long-distance relationship works. And I don’t think I can do it. I’m selfish, and I want more time with him in physical form. Every time I say goodbye over the phone, I get an overwhelming sense of sadness. I just want to touch him, feel his touch, be held by him, be loved by him. The pain is too great. I’m going to have to let him go.
Before I lose the nerve, I send him a text and ask him if we can FaceTime tonight. The thing is, the way I feel about Grant is so strong that I’ve even come up with several different ways to move my practice to Texas if he had only asked me to go with him. I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with all the back-and-forth with him if he doesn’t want me long-term.
Grant: So sorry, I can’t tonight. I will be in Arizona, and I won’t be done with the game until really late. I’ll call you when I wake up.
Ugh! I want to get this over with. Or do I? My thoughts consume my brain as I throw my head back to hit the back of the couch. I want to be with him so bad. I thought he wanted the same thing. In our talks, it seems like we are on the same page with how we feel. But, the only way to see each other on a regular basis is for one of us to pick up our life and move across the country. It would be extremely challenging, and I don’t see anyway even remotely possible for Grant to be able to do it. The best he can do is only come over here during football’s off-season.
Mazie: Okay, good luck tonight! I hope your team wins.
Grant: Thank you. Wish you could be here in my bed tonight. Sleep well, sweetheart.
Of course, I toss and turn all night in the anticipation of his call in the morning. Sleep is no use, and I finally relent and roll out of bed at the crack of dawn. All I can do is wait. I don’t want to hound him, especially since I know he is working. He’s in a time zone that is two hours behind Florida’s, so that doesn’t help matters. But, now it’s almost 2 pm and still no call. What the hell?
I might as well get some work done, so I make a bowl of cereal and power up my computer to check emails. There is only one that stands out to me that came in at 6:18 am this morning, and I can’t click on it fast enough to open it.
From: Grant Darling <[email protected]>
Subject: Proposition
Mazie,
I know that this should not come by way of an email. Our relationship has been unique from the start. So, I figured my approach to this subject should be the same.
You have captivated me from the moment I had to help you out of the helicopter on my yacht. Your caring nature as a doctor shows in everything you do, and your passion for your work inspires me. There is only one word that defines the way I feel when we are together. Complete. When we are apart, the hole in my heart is all-consuming.
Dr. Mazie Hard, I am completely in love with you.
With that being said, I am ready to move what we share forward. I know there are logistical things to work out, and without a doubt, we will find solutions to them all.
If you want to continue on the journey of life with me, I have set up a few arrangements for you. There is a Parker Airlines plane that will be ready for takeoff at 2:30 pm today, and a car will be waiting for you when you land to bring you to me at the stadium.
If you get on the plane and show up at the Owners Club, then that will change our entire future.
Love,
Grant
Chapter 19
Grant
Did she get on the plane? Not knowing is driving me fucking insane. Since I sent the email, there has been zero contact from Mazie. Oh God, did I fuck this all up?
The game against Seattle is going well. We are up by a touchdown, but we are going to have to keep up with them in the fourth quarter, or else we will lose. If we win tonight, we will head to the playoffs, and we really need to go deep this year. We didn’t make it last year, which forced the head coach and I to make some significant changes to the roster this season, and it seems to be working.
Co-workers, friends, and a few of my family members fill the Owners Club box. While they are all eating, drinking, chatting, watching the game, and having a grand time, I am sitting here biting the inside of my cheek and second-guessing that email. I am so stupid; I should have just flown over there and told her how much she means to me in person. Then maybe she would be sitting next to me right now, rather than worrying if she will show up at all.
The fourth quarter comes fast. We are tied. My nerves are even more shot because we need to win, and Mazie was supposed to be here sometime in the second quarter. My pants pocket is going to wear out from me constantly checking my phone to see if I missed anything from her.