Billionaire's Second Chance Triplets(8)

By: Ella Brooke

What had she just agreed to?

In a moment he knew, because her lips were wrapped around the tip of his erection in a worshipful kiss. She groaned softly, stroking his shaft with expert tenderness before licking a wide swirl around him, like savoring a lollipop. He found himself gripping the kitchen island behind him and casting a look back to the doors.

But she wasn’t done, and she wasn’t stopping. Kit opened her mouth wider, suckling as she took him in inch by inch, toying with the soft, tender flesh below. When she finally began to move her head, he was already so hard that it was a bit painful, and he clutched the back of her hair inadvertently. She hesitated slightly, but then moved faster, gobbling him up, devouring him.

Sucking him until his breathing was ragged and his knees weak.

When he came, she took all of him in, still aggressively milking his erection for more. He rested back on his elbows and let out a sigh.

“That was…”

“Classy?” Kit joked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I was going to say unexpected.” Grant closed his eyes for a moment before pulling his pants back up and tucking his shirt in. “But much appreciated.”

“I thought…” Kit’s cheeks started to grow red. “When you pulled your pants down…”

“I just didn’t want to make a mess. But you certainly took care of that for me.” Grant winked and poured her a cup of coffee. “Do you take cream?”

Kit swatted his arm. A little hard.

“Of course, you don’t take cream. You take it black as sin with a few sugars. I should’ve remembered.”

“That wasn’t what I—”

“I know.” Grant touched her burning cheek and pressed a kiss to her lips. Her eyes seemed a bit dewy as he placed the coffee mug in her hands. “Are you okay?”

Kit said nothing but drank her coffee. She sighed, as though relieved.

“I think I’d forgotten how addicted to that stuff everyone in your family is.”

“Not everyone. Just me and my father. My mother runs on pure stubbornness.”

“You’re definitely a hybrid then. Coffee and obstinacy.”

Kit looked like she might swat him again, but just continued drinking her coffee. She seemed determined to stare at it, rather than look at him.

“I definitely owe you one now. Not here, though.” Grant reached into his pocket to check the calendar on his phone. “Maybe you and I could get together sometime this week. Or we could even get a room.”

“That’s fine.” Kit put her coffee down in the sink. “You don’t owe me anything, Grant.”

She lifted onto her toes to graze a kiss across his cheek before heading for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“I have things to do. Enjoy your evening,” Kit said without looking back. “It was good catching up with an old friend.”

Grant felt as though he’d been smacked in the face.

Chapter Four


Saturday morning, Kit rose as early as she could stand, put on her yoga pants and a tank top, and headed out for a run. It was a crisp morning, still early spring, and the streets of San Francisco weren’t too crowded yet.

After about half an hour, she approached the bright red exterior of Farley’s and took a break to stretch before going inside.

“Oh, heavenly nectar,” she murmured as she smelled the freshly ground coffee brewing.

There weren’t ever that many seats available at Farley’s, but that was the way of things. It looked like a cozy dining room/kitchen corner of someone’s apartment, with maybe six places to sit. Kit usually chose to sit outside, however, and did so today after the clerk had taken her order and handed her the large, life-sustaining cup of a roast they called “Wind & Sea.” Because why not.

Gotta love San Francisco.

She relaxed as she waited for her breakfast, stretching her arms and neck as she checked her phone. It had been an embarrassing night for her last night. She always made such terrible choices around Grant that she knew she really ought to stay as far away from him as possible. She’d been totally unable to sleep after returning from the hospital fundraiser. It had been so bad that she’d taken two capsules of melatonin and drunk three cups of St. John’s Wort tea before being able to settle even a little.

It was worth exploring why Grant still upset her so much after all of this time. He’d been a playboy then. He still was. She’d been overly invested in him then, but she didn’t have to be now.

Taking a sip of Wind & Sea, Kit started searching on her phone for the apps that Grant had told her about. It was somewhat interesting, from a business perspective, how many of these services there were and their various uses. It seemed that Grant had been modest about his involvement with SideHustle as well, since a simple search told her that the app had expanded to several other countries on various continents. Grant had to be doing incredibly well.