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But she isn’t just anyone.

“Okay,” I say and recline back in my chair.

I fumble with my belt, and her eyes drop to my hands. Loosening the belt and opening my pants, I reach in and grip my hard cock to pull it out of my boxers while my gaze stays on her face. I watch her as she takes a sharp breath at the sight ofmy cock, watch as she gulps when I stroke it. Her lusty doe eyes focus on my hand tightening around the base.

“Curve your fingers. Thrust against that sweet spot inside you, darling,” I order.

As I hear her pick up her pace with her finger, hear her wetness, I pump harder. I match her measured pace, and a throaty groan breaks from me in response to the moan that spills from her lips.

“How does that feel?” I ask as my eyes flicker to her thrusting, wet fingers.

“Good,” she moans.

“Do you want more, darling?” I ask. She makes control impossible, and I’m an idiot for thinking I could hold out on her.

“Y–Yes,” she moans, and I crawl closer.

I turn my chair away from the desk and twist my upper body to her as my hand pumps slower, desperate for us to climax together.

As her hand draws back, I quickly say, “No, don’t stop.” Her hand lowers, her fingers moving over her clit and back into her pussy.

“Open your legs wider, darling,” I command and tilt my head slightly as I move beside her hand and flick my tongue over her clit.

Her hips buck, and my cock twitches at the sound of her whimper.

“You taste so good,” I groan. I tease her with my tongue as more breathy moans pour from her parted lips.

“Daniel,” she breathes, her thighs quivering as my balls tighten and my hand moves faster over my shaft.

With my free hand, I grab her bundled panties out of my pocket and keep them by my tip. She already has me so worked up, I know it won’t take long. My lips wrap around Grace’s clit,sucking slightly in sync with every thrust of her fingers, in synch with my pumping fist until…

Her body twitches, and spurts of my cum pour over her silky underwear as she squirts over my chin. She barely softens her whimpers and little yelps of pleasure. With a slightPop, my lips release from her clit, and I lap my tongue over her pussy with a soft moan.

Grace’s fingers carefully pull out of her entrance, and I take them in my mouth as my eyes flick up to hers. Our gaze holds, intensifying the moment, and my heart beats faster. I wipe my cock with her panties before I roll them up and put them back in my pocket. I release her fingers and roll closer to her.

My hands grip her shaking thighs, keeping them open as I stare at her soaked pussy, desperate to know how she would feel around my cock. But it’s a boundary, one I’m sure she will coax me into crossing before either of us is ready. It’s an offer I won’t be able to say no to.

“Darling, I don’t think I can ever let you go,” I say, then pause as I take a sharp breath, her taste still tickling on my tongue. “I can never get enough of you.”

“Daniel.” Her voice breaks, and I peek up.

“You’re fucking perfection, Grace,” I praise as my hands loosen and wander over her heated skin. I memorize every freckle, every curve and know it will never be enough.

eighteen

Grace

Okay, that happened. Holy smokes. I… we… he… Oh… I’m not even sure what to think about it or why I even dared to ask Daniel to touch himself too. But it felt so right and wrong at the same time. A good kind of wrong, though.

The best kind of wrong. The kind of wrong that’s a tease for more and needs to be repeated until it feels like the right thing to do.

But on the other side of the coin, if what we did was wrong, the worst part is that I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to feel every part of him. Why did I have to touch myself when he was right there? I pictured being the one stroking him, being the reason he was moaning. I wanted—still want—to be better than the previous nameless girl, want Daniel to feel as off balance and overwhelmed as I do while around him. I might be falling for him more than I should.

Obviously, I have more than a crush if I’m still thinking about him while in bed, wondering what to do with him and myself. So much for fun and casual like Ashley and I talked about.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand, and I turn to my side, quickly grabbing it. Perhaps it’s Ashley since she isn’t home. The screen lights up, and a text bubble pops up from… Daniel. My skin heats as a tremor rakes through my spine.

Grace, you did so well, my sweet darling. Sleep tight, and I’ll see you tomorrow.

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