Page 53 of Fenrir

She shrugged. “Of course I’m serious. If she’s a part of your life, she’s also a part of mine. Besides, it’s not fair to leave her alone while you and I are here.”

A tender smile planted on his face, and he walked back to her and kissed her softly. “You really are amazing. You know that?”

She shrugged. “Yeah.”

He laughed. Really laughed. His eyes crinkled, and his smile grew wider than she’d ever seen. The sight made her breath catch.

She threw her arms around his neck. “I love your smile.”

He smiled again. “You do? It’s not too toothy?”

She shook her head. “What does that even mean? Too toothy? Everyone has teeth. That’s stupid.”

He rubbed his whiskers on her neck. “I love your smile too.”

“You do?” she asked innocently. Grace sat on the bed and ran her hands across his hips. “I think I have a pretty great smile too.” She undid his belt buckle. “But to be honest, there are other things I have recently discovered enjoy doing with my lips.”

She slid down the zipper of his jeans, and his gaze intensified. She slipped her hand inside his jeans, and Fenrir groaned.

“Little Goddess, what are you doing?”

She opened her eyes wide and smiled at him before kissing the tip of his erection. “Making you smile more.”

As she glided her lips over him, Fenrir grabbed her hair and moaned. “I… I need to feed Layla.”

She smiled. “Don’t worry; I’m sure this won’t take long.”

Monday morning Gracewoke up in Fenrir’s arms with Layla stretched out at the bottom of their bed. He’d initially not wanted Layla there, but Grace had snuck her up there when he wasn’t looking.

She finally looked at her phone to find dozens of texts from her roommates as well as Odin’s assistant asking when she would be returning to work.

“I don’t want you to work there anymore,” Fenrir said.

Grace traced the long crisscrossing chain scars on his chest. “As much as I love spending time in your bed, I do need to do something else as well.”

He trailed his fingers up her arm. “Our bed. This is our bed, not my bed. I never slept in it before being here with you.”

She smiled. “Our bed.”

“So, what do you want to do? Tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”

Grace laughed. “Anything? Really? What if I said I wanted to attend Stanford University and become a lawyer?”

He shrugged. “I’d make it happen.”

She stared at him for a moment. “You know I believe you. Though I have no clue where we would come up with that kind of money.”

He looked at her thoughtfully. “Grace, I have more money than we could spend in a lifetime. If you wanted a house in every country in the world, I would buy them for you, and then we would spend the rest of our lives traveling from house to house, and still, there would be money left over.”

Her jaw dropped. “You’re serious.”

“I’ve been around a long time. And my father is a very shrewd businessman. He pretty much controls the investment portfolios for every Norse god down here. None of us are hurting.”

Grace’s mind swirled. She’d never had money, and she couldn’t imagine having so much money that you could literally burn it in a fire pit, and that wouldn’t even cramp your style.

Fenrir studied her for a moment. “Does that make you uncomfortable? Knowing I have that much money? I’ll give it to you if you want. I barely touch it. I have never needed it. If you want it-”

Grace wrapped her arms around him. “I don’t want your money, Fen. I just… I’ve never had money before, and to think you have so much is strange.”

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