Free Wishes by Allyson Young Page B

had been forwarded from Patrick’s office, accompanied by an innocent sounding but teasing introduction from the woman who managed their answering service.
    “I can’t make our date. I’ve been called back for a re-interview and can’t miss it. And Graham? Don’t go all dominant on me. I’m not avoiding you. Call me.”
    Kennedy already had a window into him. She knew he would not take rejection well and wanted to make sure he was aware that this was a situation in which she couldn’t put him first. If she worked for Patrick, then this kind of thing wouldn’t happen. He was going to talk with her about it as soon as he finished his shift. She might not be a morning person, but he needed to see her and maybe convince her that morning exercise in the form of strenuous sexual activity was a good idea.

    * * * *

    Kennedy woke to the sounds of her doorbell. Someone was leaning on it. She struggled groggily out of bed and padded down the hall. Who else could it be other than Graham? She missed him. The re-interview had been a bust, and so she had spent a quiet evening alone reflecting on him and wishing she hadn’t cancelled their date. But missing him didn’t necessarily counteract her irritation at being woken up at the crack of dawn. The sun wasn’t even up yet. Although Graham probably was. She checked through the peephole, and there he was, glowering at the door. She threw the bolts and let him in.
    Graham had her wrapped up before the door closed and was kissing her like he hadn’t seen her for a week. Kennedy couldn’t breathe, and her knees literally buckled. He released her and scooped her up, striding to the bedroom where he stripped her of her nightshirt and pushed her onto her back on the bed. He had his shirt partway off before he descended on her pussy, and Kennedy nearly screamed at the sensation of his wet mouth and stabbing tongue. She was now fully awake and decided he was much better than even a dark coffee laced with cream to get her juices flowing in the morning. Pun intended. She raced to orgasm, and he scrambled up her body to shove himself deep inside of her. Oh no, no, no, no. She pushed at his shoulders.
    “Graham, stop!” she nearly yelled.
    He froze and lifted his head to look down at her, his eyes silver with arousal, the skin taut over his cheekbones.
    “Condom, Graham, for God’s sake,” she ordered.

    * * * *

    Graham rolled off her and fished in his pants pocket. He hadn’t even taken his pants off, just pulled his cock out. This was insane. He had thought about her all night and all the way over. His foot had been like lead on the gas pedal, and he was lucky to avoid being pulled over. All he could think of was claiming his woman and control had gone out the window. Insane. He sat up and faced away from her, trying to breathe through his arousal and calm down. Her hand stroked down his back, and he shivered at her touch.
    “Fuck me, Kennedy,” he apologized gruffly. “You make me crazy.”
    “Well, you make me crazy, too, babe, so suit up and get back to where you left off.”
    He sheathed himself and climbed between her legs. All thoughts of a fast, dynamic rut dissolved before the look on her face. She looked beautiful, her hazel eyes smoldering that sandy gold, dark hair spilling across the pillow. But the best of all was the wide, welcoming smile she gave him. Graham pushed up inside of her and held himself above her, watching her, locking eyes with her, as he thrust slowly. They built together, and when Graham saw her face tighten and felt her begin to ripple around him, he picked up the pace and swiveled his hips. He groaned his release as Kennedy whimpered hers. He sank down on top of her, and she enveloped him with her warmth. Again, it felt like coming home.
    Kennedy finally slipped her legs from around his waist and dropped her arms to the mattress. “I need to breathe, Graham. Get some sleep.”
    Graham rolled off of her. He disposed of the condom and then pulled