Some Like it Hot - J. D. Light Page 0,14

worrying about whether or not Jennings still watched my scenes, and if he might have tattled on me to Grant. He'd told me he didn't watch anymore, and I wanted to believe him, but I honestly didn't know the man.

So, I'd stalked Jennings on social media, stopping just short of sending him a message, begging him not to tell Grant, and then, because my brain was a sadistic asshole, I'd started to wonder if Grant knew about my show, and if he had been watching it. I spent a heart-racing forty-five minutes trying to decide if I wanted that or not.

When I finally fell asleep at four, I was no more settled, but definitely exhausted, so I'd slept right though my alarm, and had to call my trainer when I finally woke up to apologize, before running down to my favorite coffee shop around the corner.

I hated to admit it, because it really made me sound pathetic, but the smell had reminded me of Grant as soon as I walked in there today, and I'd gone immediately hard, subconsciously wondering if that might be the reason I'd started going there in the first place, since until I went in there the first time about three weeks ago, I had gone to one just a few blocks further down the road, and had been going there for nearly seven months.

I eased my way up the steps to the second-floor landing, still not fully functioning, since my coffee was still too hot to actually drink, and I nearly missed the sound of someone coming up behind me at a little quicker pace.

I scooted over, rather than picking up the pace myself, because I had no intention of spilling my coffee, or moving faster at the moment, but instead of passing, the person slowed, leaning down to get in my line of sight, and I actually gasped when I saw Grant's handsome face.

"Hi," he said, his voice a little huskier than I remembered it being.

Did that mean he knew? Had he watched me?

Nearly dropping my coffee, I bobbled it for a moment, tripping on the last step when it pulled my attention away from walking, and Grant reached out and gripped my arm, steadying me.

"Thank you," I whispered, before clearing my throat. "What did you say?"

"Uh, hi?"

"Oh, no. Just tired."

His lips twitched as he shook his head. "I meant hello."

"Oh," I said, laughing and waving my hand in the air. "Me too. How are you this morning, Grant?"

He looked at my cup, tilting his head to the side, before once again meeting my eyes. "It's noon. I came home for lunch."

"Oh. Good afternoon." I'd forgotten I'd slept the morning away. "Where do you work?"

"Actually," he said, reaching out and poking my coffee cup with a small smile. "I own that coffee shop around the corner, but we only serve sweets and I forgot my lunch."

I gasped, blinking stupidly. "Oh, that's why you always smell so good. Like coffee. Well, I'm sure you also smell like you." I leaned forward, taking a deep breath of him, nearly moaning at the sweet, nutty smell of delicious coffee and something else, before cringing as I realized what I'd just done. "Yep. That's you. I mean, I think that smells like you. That's how you usually smell when I smell you. I'd have to smell your armpits, or your?? I trailed off, unable to keep myself from looking down at his crotch and blushing hard enough to get dizzy when he followed my gaze. "This is getting uncomfortable, isn't it?"

A laugh bubbled out of him, starting quiet and growing in volume, until his body was shaking with it. It was a beautiful sound, deep and rich. It went straight to my balls, and my dick hardened immediately. My slightly tender asshole clenched, and I moaned, biting my lip.

"Wow," I whispered stupidly. You should really stop doing that, or I'm going to have an orgasm.

His laughter calmed, but didn't stop completely as he raised both eyebrows at me, looking surprised. "You're going to what?

"What?"

"Did you say something about an orgasm?"

I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand and mumbling against my palm. "Holy shit! Did I?"

That was fucking embarrassing, but damn he was beautiful with his face so full of laughter and happiness like that. He'd chuckled softly the day before during the movies, but I could barely hear it, and it was nothing like this. He was gorgeous all the time anyway, and obviously, I'd never managed