Page 36 of Grace

Daniel

Her honesty cuts me deep, and I’m hesitant. It’s stupid to feel that way after being so direct with her, but she makes it so easy to out how I feel. I knew what I wanted, and being with her only makes me want her more. But when she stares at me with her big eyes, her cheeks a flaming red, I’m afraid I’ll hurt her, hurt her kind soul by dragging up every dark mark on my past.

She’s reviving a part of me, a hopeful, lustful, nearly optimistic side of me I thought was dead. I know I can’t let her go, not until I give her everything I have, teach her all I know, and really give the chemistry we have a chance.

But when Grace brings up my past indiscretion… I want to distract her, want to guide her away from that version of me. The fling didn’t mean anything. It was a step in the wrong direction out of spite. It tears open a wound I want to forget about, an indiscretion, a play that has cost me more than I ever intended—half of all my assets, to be exact—because I should’ve never underestimated my ex-wife and her tricks.

There’s nothing I can change about the past, but I can choose not to tell her. I don’t have to and don’t want to share that part of myself. At least not yet, because I fear if I do, she’ll run. And I can’t let that happen, not after I tasted her, touched her, and got a glimpse of what we can have.

I need more of Grace before I can let her go.IfI can let her go.

And I’ll have everything, if she’ll let me.

The idea of having her work in my office might be the best and worse decision. I adore watching her work, watching her squirm under my stare and excel when she’s not aware I’m paying attention. She’s competent, notices things few others do, and puts her all into every task. She’s an exemplary employee, but I’m not getting anything done. Every call is static, and all I do his hum, not paying attention as my fingers itch to touch her, have her again.

To make Grace a tad more comfortable with having her desk in my office, I left the door open, showing everyone there’s nothing to see. Honestly, I don’t care what they think, and if they ever make her feel uncomfortable, she will never see them again. I’ll make sure of that.

The sun moves behind the skyline, casting a soft orange hue in my office, and the floor slowly empties. Grace’s chair moves as she pushes it back and gets to her feet. Her gaze is still fixed on her screen and her fingers don’t leave the keyboard.

“Darling,” I call out, and her body goes rigid. Her throat moves as she swallows, and my dick twitches in my pants.

“Y–Yes… Daniel?” she breathes and catches my stare.

“I want to watch you when you touch yourself. Can you do that for me?” I ask, knowing I’m pushing her limits, but I want her to become more daring… for me, just for me.

“Here?” she asks quietly while glancing around. Only now does she seem to realize that everyone else is leaving. She gets so wrapped up in every task.

My lips tug into a slight smile. “Don’t you think we deserve a reward for our hard work today?”

Her fingers hover over her desk as her gaze shifts to the open door and back.

“Close it if you want,” I tease and watch as she carefully straightens herself, the wheels in her head working overtime as a blush shows on her cheeks. “Or we can keep it open. I won’t mind if someone sees that you want my touch,” I muse, and she gulps.

“You want that?” she asks, catching me off guard as she stalks to the door. “You want people to see us?”

“I want them to know that I am the only man allowed to touch you,” I start and push my chair back to get on my feet. “That I am the only man you let touch you.” A soft sigh leaves my body as I slide my suit jacket off my shoulders. “You are the one in charge. You decide when I’m allowed to have you.”

She stares at me. “I’m in charge?”

I close the distance as she pushes the door shut.

“I’m only here to reward and pleasure you, when you let me,” I whisper, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.

“And now you want to… watch me?” Her voice trembles slightly.

“Well, I did say I would teach you,” I say, my fingers grazing over her jaw, down to her collarbone.

“Okay,” she breathes, and my eyes snap to hers, my cock straining my pants as it begs to be touched by her.

“What do you need?” I ask as she lingers.

“Talk to me.” She swallows and nibbles her bottom lip. “Sir.”

A shivering breath echoes between us. I know just want she means. As much as I like her giving me the lead, it’s a tease.

My voice drops to a low growl. “Oh, darling. You’re killing me.”

My fingers leave her heated skin as I step back. “Take off your clothes and lie on my desk,” I say and walk backward, not caringto watch where I’m going. I want to watch every piece of fabric glide off her skin.

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