Page 92 of Perfect Harmony

She sucked on his earlobe beforewhispering, “I liked being handcuffed to your bed. I liked it when you pinchedmy nipples and slapped my pussy, sir.”

“Fuck!” He drove in and out of her, his controlgone, the look on his face one of ferocious need. “Gracie, touch yourself.”

Her clit was throbbing with need again, andshe reached between them to rub it hard. He ground his pelvis against hers beforethrusting hard and fast. She arched her back, her second orgasm washing overher, not nearly as intense as the first one but just as satisfying.

He made another hoarse cry and came insideof her, his body going stiff before he collapsed on top of her, shuddering and panting.She rubbed his back and kissed his throat as his hot breath ruffled her hair.

He rolled off of her with a groan, pullingthe condom off and tossing it into the trashcan next to the bed before rollingto face her. He pulled up the quilt and the sheets and then tugged her into hisembrace. “Fuck, do you have any idea how hard your pussy squeezed my cock whenyou came?”

She laughed and patted his chest. “You’rewelcome.”

He pressed a kiss against her mouth before nuzzlingher throat. Now that she’d been sated, she could see the tiredness in his face.Gideon was running on about five hours sleep and she knew better than anyonehow exhausting that could be.

He yawned and pulled her even closer, hiseyes drifting shut. She loved being cocooned against him in his bed. For thefirst time in her life, she hoped she had insomnia. This would be her onlynight with Gideon, and she wanted to stay awake. Wanted to memorize the way itfelt to be in his arms.

His hand rubbed lazy circles on her back ashe yawned again. “Night, baby,” he mumbled.

“Good night, Gideon.”

His breathing deepened and evened out. Thesun was setting, sending honey coloured beams of light across the bedroom. Sheslipped from his embrace and used the bathroom before going downstairs. Tankwas waiting eagerly at the bottom of the stairs, his tail thumping against the wallsand she patted his big head and let him outside.

While she waited for him to finish, shechecked Facebook and her email. She opened the door to let Tank back insidebefore shutting it and locking it.

“Early bedtime, big guy,” she said. Hefollowed her upstairs and she opened the guest bedroom door. Tank flopped downon the twin mattress on the floor with a heavy sigh. She returned to Gideon’sbedroom and slid back into the bed, lying with her back to Gideon.

He immediately spooned her, his big handcupping her breast as he kissed the back of her neck. “Where’d you go?”

His voice was thick with sleep and shestroked his arm. “To let Tank out.”

“Thank you, baby.” He was snoring quietly withinten seconds.

She stared unblinkingly at the wall, her stomachalready aching at the thought that she’d never see this side of Gideon again.

Chapter Seventeen

“Ugh,” Kira walked into his office and wavedher hand in front of her face. “Why do you smell like smoke?”

He opened the window in his office a littlewider and sat back in his chair. “I was at Grace’s place this morning.”

The smile dropped from Kira’s face. “Right.I forgot she was going over there this morning. How did it go?”

“Her furniture is ruined. She got her clothesand her laptop and tablet, and they seem all right. She’ll go back on Mondayand decide what she’s keeping and what’s she’s throwing away.”

“Poor Gracie,” Kira said. “She has theworst fucking luck. I’m worried about her. She’s been acting weird lately andthen this fire thing happened. Do you think she’s been weird lately?”

He shrugged and stared blankly at hiscomputer. He’d thought this morning would be awkward and full of tension but whenhe’d woken, Grace was already out of his bed. She was showered and waiting forhim in the kitchen.

They hadn’t talked about last night. She’dbeen distracted and tense about going to her house and he didn’t know what theywould say anyway. They’d both agreed that last night was it for them. Was therereally anything else to say?

“Gideon?” Kira said. “Are you worriedabout her too?”

“Yes,” he said, “but she’s an adult and wecan’t tell her what to do or force her to talk about what’s bothering her.”

Kira snorted. “Who are you and what haveyou done with my brother?”

He rolled his eyes. “Look, she’s having arough time and we need to support her. Going through her stuff at the housethis morning was awful for her, and I don’t think piling on her and asking herto talk about her emotions is the thing to do. You know how she is.”

“If you mean she’s as close lipped abouther real emotions as you are, then, yeah, I do know how she is,” Kira said. “God,the two of you drive me crazy sometimes. You’re way too much alike.”

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