"Poor thing's trying to lick his balls." Greg said, as he stood over Oliver.

"Can you lick your balls?" I ask with a laugh.

"No, but I wish." He chuckled.

"If you can survive, he will survive a week with a cone." I assure him.

I lock the door behind us as he carries Ollie to the car.

My phone rings. "Hi Dad."

"Hi, sweetie, there's a bad storm coming, so just take Ollie straight back to your place, it's closer."

"I've got Greg I have to swing by the ranch." I said.

"Just ride out the storm and bring him by later. We've already got tornado watches."

Crap.

"Okay, I'll see you later then, be careful." I said, then hung up.

Greg tilts his head. "What's up?"

"Storms coming." I point to the sky.

"My place is closer."

He smiles ear to ear.

"I'll run you back after it rolls through." I said as we got in the car.

We headed to the farm, and after I pulled into the garage and parked, I grabbed Ollie, while Greg carried Blair's boxes inside, and we couldn't have timed ourselves better. We could hear the thunder, but the rain fell as soon as the door shut behind us.

"Damn, it's going to be a strong one." He said, as he set my boxes down.

"Are you hungry? I can throw us together some dinner."

"Sure." he answered. This handsome man is actually in my home standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"I can help." He volunteered.

"Sure, I have things for a salad and some chicken breasts. Would that be okay?"

I love his smile.

"Sounds perfect."

I put the chicken in the oven, and he helped chop vegetables.

"Would this new technology of yours help with Braden?" I had to ask.

He shook his head. "It's not ready yet. We've used it in some trials, but I don't even have the prototype. They're working on it in New York. It may be a few years, I'm sorry."

I just nodded with disappointment.

"What do you actually do?" I asked.

"I work for my father. I'm president of operations, so I'll be working down here in Kentucky."

"You're relocating?" I asked.

"Yeah, but only till my father retires, then I'll take over as CEO."

"Do you have siblings?"

He smiled. "Actually yes, I have three sisters and one brother. They're all in New York."

"Wine or beer?" I ask, and he grins. "Yes?"

I had to laugh. "I didn't ask if you wanted a drink, this time I gave you a choice."

He chuckled. "Beer, please."

I grabbed two bottles from the fridge.

"Wow that wind is crazy. I should turn on the radio." After I handed him his beer.

There's tornado warnings in Hardin county.

"What county is this?" He asked.

"Meade, we are safe for now." I answered.

After dinner, he helped do dishes and clean up.

"It's like I can hear the wind peeling off my siding." I cringe to the noises I'm hearing while I wash dishes.

"It's getting pretty bad." He adds.

He's close, I can feel those damn hairs on my neck stand up.

His hand runs from my shoulder down my arm, and I shiver.

"So soft." He whispers into my ear.

I shut my eyes to the warm feeling he gives me.

I turn around, and he rests his hands against the counter on each side of me.

"God, you're beautiful." He looks into my eyes, and I feel like he's looking into my soul.

"Greg, I..."

His lips land on mine, and without even thinking, my arms wrap around his neck while he kisses me. I open my lips and his tongue enters my mouth, making my knees buckle.

Oh god.

His hands roam my body just before he lifts me up and sets me on the counter.

I moan when I feel his hand run up my thigh. His kiss stirs something in me, and I can barely catch my breath.

I want this...

He rips my underwear off me, while I pull his shirt over his head.

I ache for his touch, and when his hand finally reached the right spot, I moan.

His lips travel down my neck, just as his fingers enter me, I gasp. "Greg."

My heart races as he expertly touches me, causing my toes to curl.

He lifts me back up and I wrap my legs around him. "Where?"

"Upstairs." I answer, and he kisses me as he carries me to my room.

Dammit! I want this, no I need this...

"Last door on the left." He enters my room, only to stand me up and pull my dress over my head.

He watches as I reach behind me and unclasp my bra.

"Holy shit, Bella." He stands there shirtless, and he's breathing hard.

He picks me back up, and I'm slammed against the wall again. Damn, those muscles.

His kisses become more desperate, and his hands seem like he's shaking. He pulled me up and started carrying me, then drops me on the bed. He stares down at me for just a moment, before he crawls on top of me. His lips take mine, and I throb, needing him to relieve me. "Please." I beg.

"Dammit, Bella, don't beg, I cant... oh god." His hand squeezes my breast. "They're.. real."

Really?

He trails kisses down my neck, then my chest, until finally he takes my nipple in his mouth.

"You're perfect." He whispers, as his lips leave my nipple and move down my stomach.

Finally, his lips trail down to where I need him most.

My hands run through his hair, as my toes curl in reaction to his lips. "You..I can't believe. Oh god, Bella, you're perfect." He mumbles.

I gasp, as he finally puts his fingers to work, while his tongue does it's own magic.

My back arches. "Greg, oh god." I cry out as my stomach tightens.

"Baby, you're so wet, so ready, just let go."

"Yes!" I scream, as he brings me to my highest point. "Don't stop." I order him, I'll kill him if he stops.

He moans against my wetness as I scream out his name. He wasn't kidding when he said he could do much more if he was given a night.

His lips leave me as I'm coming back down, and he watches me. "Jesus, I've never heard my name sound so sexy." He's out of breath as he stares at me.

He leans up and kisses me. "Please, I need you in me." I stop him.

He hops up, kicks off his shoes, takes off his pants and boxers, before climbing on top of me. "It's going to be a long night Bella. I'm taking you places you've never known."

"Please." I beg him.

His lips reunite with mine again, as he finally slides inside me. My jaw drops and my back arches. I wince in pain at first, and he stills inside me. "Are you okay?"

"Yes."

He slowly starts moving his hips, pushing himself inside me as far as he can go. He stretches me to my limit, filling me completely, and just looks into my eyes.

He leans on one arm and squeeze my breast while taking his time slowly thrusting inside me. "Greg, you feel...amazing."

"That's all you, Bella." He tries to speak, but his breath hitches.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yes."

He gives me a hard thrust, before lifting my leg over his shoulder. "Tell me if I hurt you." The lust in his eyes takes my breath away.

Another hard thrust followed by another. He hits the right spot, and I scream his name again as he speeds up. "God, you're beautiful when you come, Bella." I can feel myself tighten around him.

"Jesus, Bella!"

My headboard crashes into the wall as I'm thrown into a different universe. "I'm coming!" I scream. I've never screamed or spoken this way before.

"I know, and you're beautiful!" He grunts.

He only speeds up, thrusting into me harder as the end of my orgasm isn't within sight.

"You're so tight, holy fuck!" He yells out.

"Ah, God, I cant..." I can't even finish.

"Ride it out Bella." He coaches me, as my entire body shakes.

My body finally relaxes just before he rolls us over, and I'm on top. He guides my hips as I throw my head back in pure ecstasy, is he ever going to come? I hope not soon.

He bites his bottom lip as he thrusts into me. "Again!" I yell.

Holy shit!

"Fucking gorgeous." He breaths out, as I look down at him.

Waves of orgasm rush over me, as I move on top of him. His fingers rub between my legs only intensifying his effect on me.

"I can't again, Greg." I beg him for mercy.

"You can do it." He moans.

Our bodies are sweaty, and the noises coming from my room are almost unbelievable. I cry out for the third time, as he whispers out how beautiful I am.

"You've ruined me, Bella." He cries out, as I start to come down from my latest orgasm.

I collapse on top of him and he kisses my head, just before flipping me around and pulling my hips into him. He enters me from behind.

"Are you ready?" He asks breathlessly.

I nod and look behind me. "Yes."

He slams into me and pauses. "Jesus." He takes a breath, before pulling out and slamming into me again. He picks up his pace "come with me Bella." He demands.

"I can't." I cry out.

"Do it, you can Bella. Just let...go. Holy fuck. Now!"

His words are like magic and, once again, I tighten.

"Goddamn, baby!" He screams, and I can feel his grip tighten.

He groans so loud, and I've never heard anything so fucking hot in my life. He slows down and stills inside me. I can feel his warmth spill and his body jerk.

"Ah, god!" He lets himself go, his body shakes, and we crash into my bed.

The next thing I know, it's morning, and I'm waking up in Greg's arms.

The guilt? Not present at the moment. How can I feel so guilty over something so magical?

I stare at him as he sleeps. I am still in denial over what happened last night, but the man keeps his promises, that's for sure. He is like some sex god sent to me from heaven.

"Good morning, beautiful." He doesn't even open his eyes. I laugh.

"Doubt that, I didn't even take my makeup off, or brush my teeth last night."

He opens his eyes and looks at me, then smiles before closing them again. "Still beautiful, I like the just got fucked hair style on you. Well, as long as I'm the one giving it to you." He said.

I laugh. "Blunt much, Mr. Cocky?"

"I just tell it how it is, gorgeous."

"I wonder how many times my dad has called." I'm sure he's not happy Greg stayed here.

"None, I shot him a text after you fell asleep."

"Really? He was okay with that?"

I'm shocked.

"He knows my intentions."

"No, my dad is over protective." I shook my head.

"He knows you're in good hands, and my intentions are good."

"What are those intentions again?" I asked.

He finally opens his eyes and rolls us over. He's on top of me, and my hands are held down above my head.

"To make you fall madly in love with me and someday be my wife."

"What?" !!!!

"You heard me. I know what I want, and someday soon you'll be mine. Not just your body either, I want all of you."

"You know that's not possible, Greg."

What about Braden? He has my heart and my soul.

"It'll happen, mark my words, Doc."

He kisses my neck.

"Seriously, Greg. Don't think like that, I'm not capable."

"Has anyone ever made you come as hard as I do?" He asked.

"Well, ugh, let's not go there, Greg."

"That's what I thought, it's inevitable." He answers.

Damn it's hot in here!

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