Page 72 of The Breaking Point

I glared. “Christ, keep your voice down.”

“Nobody can hear us. Besides, Coach is down near the PR team.” Mac leaned closer and said in a lower voice, “But what’s up with you? You’ve said all of two words since we got to the airport.”

I hadn’t planned on telling Mac about spanking Grace, but I realized I needed to tell somebody who understood. In hushed tones, I gave him a quick rundown, trying to gauge his reaction.

When I’d finished, Mac let out a whistle. “Shit. And with Grace Dallas? Seriously? I can’t believe she was up for it. It took me forever to convince Elodie to try things out, and she wasn’t a virgin.”

“Grace is still a virgin,” I growled.

Mac blinked a few times. “You sound very ... possessive about that.”

“Yeah? Well, it fucking sucks. I wished I didn’t care. But I’ve been avoiding her for the past week. I don’t even know how to look at her now.”

Mac clapped me on the shoulder. “I can’t believe this is finally happening. Brady Carmichael, undone by a woman. I never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“Don’t sound so smug, asshole.”

Mac just grinned. “My advice? Don’t avoid her. Because if she’s anything like Elodie, she won’t be easy to shake off.”

I didn’t respond even though I knew Mac was right. Grace was relentless. Stubborn, reckless, hotheaded ... and so sexy it made me want to throw myself off the nearest bridge.

I put in my earbuds and tried to sleep. But to my dismay, one of the songs playing while I’d spanked Grace came on. It wasn’t even one of my favorite songs, so there was no reason the algorithm should’ve played it.

But, of course, hearing the song made me remember that night. All the noises Grace had made, how red her skin had turned, how excited she’d gotten. I’d wondered how I hadn’t fucked her right then and there.

My cock hardened despite my best efforts. God, the last thing I needed was a hard-on during this goddamn flight.

Fortunately, the lights had dimmed in the cabin since this was an evening flight. I got out of my seat and headed to the bathroom before my erection got worse.

I shut the door and leaned over the sink, breathing heavily. I then rinsed my face and neck with cold water. After some more deep breaths and thoughts of the least sexy things ever, my cock decided to behave itself.

Maybe I should ask Tatiana to get me some ice to put down my pants,I thought wryly. Then again, Tatiana might just offer to help me herself.

I opened the door to the bathroom, only to find myself being pushed back inside and the lock clicking.

I gaped at Grace. “What the fuck?”

She grinned. “Finally. I’ve been waiting for you to go to the bathroom.”

My erection returned within moments because Grace had her breasts pressed against me.Damn her. I groaned under my breath. Why did this woman not leave me in peace for just one night?

“Grace, what the hell are you doing?” I asked.

“I just wanted to tell you that I can’t stop thinking about the other night.”

I groaned. This woman was sent to earth just to torment me, wasn’t she?

“That can never happen again,” I growled.

Grace seemed undeterred. “You keep saying things, but that doesn’t mean they’re true.” She pressed a hand to my chest. “I can feel your heart pounding. I know you’re excited.”

“My body’s response is one thing. My brain’s response is another. And my brain is saying, ‘danger, danger.’”

“Since when did you care about something being dangerous?” She smirked up at me. “Come find me when you want to have some fun again.”

It took a moment to get myself under control after she slipped out. I also couldn’t believe Grace Dallas had come on to me like that.

Where had she gotten this newfound confidence? And how the fuck was I going to say no to her now?

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