Page 120 of Gracefully Yours

“I’ll see you later?” she whispered softly, taking the girl’s small hand into her own.

I nodded. “I’ll be the one in the back row. Do you need anything? Another coffee? Lunch run?”

“I’m okay for now.” She blew me a kiss. “Thank you.”

You don’t need to thank me,flashed through my mind once again.I’d do anything for you.

“You’re welcome,” I said, as I watched her go, my gaze lingering on her figure until she disappeared from sight.

* * *

We left the following day,after loading up our bags, and drove back to Portland.

“It’s so good to be home,” Charlotte said, practically collapsing on our bed after dropping her bag on the floor.

I lugged the rest of the stuff in behind her, chuckling as she burrowed herself into our bed. Brownie jumped up beside her, our dog desperately trying to lick her face.

“We were only gone the weekend, you know.”

She giggled as Brownie’s nose pressed into her skin. It felt like our puppy already took up half of the bed, and she was definitely nowhere near close to full grown yet. But I’d always loved big dogs, and Charlotte getting her for me made it all that much better.

“Maybe, but… I like our bed.”

“Oh, our bed, hm?” I grabbed her ankle, pulling her to the edge of the mattress.

She looked up at me from underneath her eyelashes as her golden locks fanned out around her.

This girl.Fuck.She looked like an angel, all rosy cheeks and supple skin, movements so graceful I thought my heart might skip a beat. And she was mine. My girl. My wife.

“Mhm. Ours.”

She was my everything. I knew I couldn’t let her go, so I was prepared to do everything in my power to keep her by my side—happy, sated, cared for. To make sure she wanted for nothing, because there was nothing more I wanted to do than to spoil her.

I leaned down, kissing her exposed skin, trailing my fingers up her stomach as I pushed her shirt up.

“Daniel…” she protested with her words, even though her body arched into my touch. “I’m still…”

She trailed off when my fingers skimmed over her hardened nipples through her lace bra.

“I don’t care,” I said, leaning down to kiss her breast through the lace. “I want you.”

Pushing the cups down, I freed her tits, exposing her rosy pink buds to the air.

“Fuck. You’re perfect.”

Bending down, I sucked one into my mouth, giving it all my attention. Even if she didn’t want sex, I could still make her feel good. Soothe her cramps and pains. Get her mind off of the other things, too.

Because I knew that having her dance students around had distracted her from what her period really meant. I thought of her tears last month, andfuck.I couldn’t do it again.

I used my mouth to drive her wild, and when she begged for more, I added my fingers to intensify the sensation. Working her into an orgasm, I didn’t stop until she came, and I felt her entire body relax into my hold.

“That’s my girl,” I whispered, righting her clothes. “Feel better now?”

“Mmm. Thank you.” Her eyelids drooped shut, like she was boneless and a little drunk off her orgasm.

“Sleep,” was all I said, kissing her forehead, before I slipped into the bathroom to take care of myself.

And when I was done, I slid back in next to her, marveling at her wearing one of my shirts as a giant sleep shirt, and held her close all night.

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