Page 64 of Grace

“Look how good you take me,” he whispers, thrusting slowly up as he keeps me still. “That petite frame of yours, that tight pussy, taking all I can give you.”

A soft moan escapes, and I lean back, resting against his hard chest as his hips buck up.

“I like it,” I whisper so soft he might not have heard me.

He slides so deep, but so slow, it feels too intimate. Almost as if we’re one, connected in a way, intertwined in a way that no one can break apart.

“You like my big hands over you, my fingers inside you? My thick cock buried deep?”

My heartbeat rings in my ears as my pussy tightens its hold on Daniel, his words almost taking me over the edge.

“I do,” I whimper. “You take care of me… all of me…”

“I’ll do everything for my girl, especially since she’s thisgood.”

My lips part, and I almost cry out in my release, taking Daniel over the edge with me in such a strong grip, he can’t pull out and paint my skin with his cum.

“Fuck… darling… look at the mess you made,” he grunts as he stills, his cock twitching.

“Just how you like it,” I groan.

He chuckles, his lips hovering over my ear. “Perfectly messed up by me, just how I like it.”

I don’t move. I don’t dare to as I don’t want to be the one who breaks this moment. And it seems Daniel thinks the same way as he curls his arms around me.

“Don’t go home tonight,” he whispers, and I swallow thickly.

“What do you mean?” I ask even though I think I already know.

“Come home with me, spend the night. Sleep with me, talk to me.” His words spread under my skin, and I can’t say no. There’snothing holding me back, not a single thought telling me to stop what I’m doing.

“Okay,” I breathe.

twenty-eight

I’m tired in a good way, but also so relaxed and fulfilled. Is this what true happiness feels like?

We’ve talked almost the entire night. Even as his touch roamed, or mine, we never stopped. He wanted to know every little secret I had, just so the only secret I had was the one I had with him.

A secret I don’t know I still want to keep.

I sigh as I grope the bed next to me. Someone is missing.

Sliding out of Daniel’s bed, I pull on one of his shirts and stare at it as it hits low on my thighs.

I walk out of Daniel’s bedroom, running my hand along the spotless wall, mindlessly tracing the frames of some paintings he has before heading downstairs.

I pay attention to the décor, the maps, the photographs he has framed. Places he’s been, art he loves, memories he’s committed to his walls. Each one has a story behind them, and I want them all.

As I approach the kitchen, I hear Daniel’s voice. But he isn’t alone, it seems. I start to round the corner when I hear Sebastian, and my hands turn clammy. My heart almost breaks out of my chest, and I press my back to the wall so he can’t see me in the doorway and place my hand over my mouth as if he’ll hear me breathing.

“What the fuck is going on with you? You keep arguing with Mom, you’re beingrudeto me like you never have. I don’t get this!” Sebastian yells.

“Rude?” Daniel sighs. “You got the news.”

“Of course I got the news! I was with Stacy and my card declines. Do you know how embarrassing that is?” Sebastian demands. “What happened between now and you bringing Grace into the office that’s made you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you,” Daniel answers easily. “It’s time you grew up, Bash. You should be embarrassed usingmymoney to treat your… partner to breakfast.”

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