Page 63 of Grace

I part my lips, and he slides the cold spoon inside my mouth. As my lips close, his cock twitches beneath me.

“What do you want in life, Grace? I know what you’ve had, but what do youwant?”

As the ice cream melts and mixes with the chocolate, I think it over. What do I want?

“I want to live, travel, to really see the world. I feel like I’ve only been one place in my entire life and have accepted whatever makes me slightly happy. But now I want to explore every option in the world.”

He grins. “You should travel. I can even help you with that if you want me to.”

“Oh, Daniel, you won’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to, Grace.”

My throat closes as I stare at him, waiting for anything other than the sincerity I see in his gaze. Something else than the care and kindness that stares back at me. But it doesn’t come.

“I don’t expect anything in return,” he whispers.

“I know,” I whisper. We don’t have that kind of relationship. It isn’t about the material stuff. I don’t care about his money. I only care about what I feel for him and what he feels for me.

“I can’t fix what has happened, I know that, but I’m going to battle against them,” he says before kissing my neck, “and remind you what a capable, strong, sweet, perfect woman you are. You’re my good girl.”

My body shivers against him as my gaze drops to his lips.

“And seeing you in ecstasy, your face when you come… can youfeelwhat it does to me, darling?” he asks.

I adjust ever so slightly and nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Kiss me, Grace,” he whispers, and I don’t wait a single beat. My lips fall on his, soft and warm as ours part. My tongue carefully reaches for his, and his plays me ever so gently.

He bunches my dress up higher and his fingers follow, dipping between my thighs, and they open without a word.

“I want you right now. I want to fill you right here and watch you hide your ecstasy from every other person in this room,” Daniel grunts against my lips as his finger trails over my panties.

“Daniel,” I whisper.

He grins. “No one’s ever made me this… wild.”

“Meaning having sex… here?” My heart rate picks up, fearing the answer might hurt me.

“I’ve never wanted to buy someone a toy just to watch them come over Facetime. I’ve never slid my fingers under a skirt during a meeting. I’ve never fucked a woman while overlooking a party or at a table at a restaurant. You drive me so insane because ofwhoyou are that I only know one way to show it,” he says.

“Daniel, we can’t,” I whisper.

“I know how wet you are, I feel your damp panties, but you haven’t told me yes,” he says before kissing the back of my shoulder. “You make the rules, Grace.”

Something about this being so naughty makes me want to do it. I’m already breaking plenty of social rules by having sex with my ex’s dad.

I lean forward on the table with one hand, then reach between my legs, moving my panties to the side as I hear his zipper lower behind me.

His hands grab my hips next, but he doesn’t pull me down. He doesn’t force me to do anything and waits for me.

I drop slowly, feeling his cock nudged between my thighs, rubbing against my panties and bare pussy.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Show me how you need me. Take me, right here.”

A little whimper leaves my throat as his grip on my hips tightens. I squirm slightly, the tip of his cock pressing inside me, and I tilt my hips, taking more of him while my gaze scans around. Nerves reach higher, scared someone will catch us.

I roll my hips, grinding against him. Little panting breaths leave my lips even as I manage to hide my moans.

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