Page 70 of Beautiful Mess

“Yeah, sure.” He nods. “Go ahead and start the food if you want. It shouldn’t take longer than thirty minutes, I would think.”

“We can wait,” I say.

Cole disappears down the hall toward my bedroom a moment later. I’m interested to find out how the meeting goes later. As far as I know, his job isn’t really something that can be done remotely. Maybe in the short term, but he’ll need to return there if he plans to keep his job.

He’s burying his head in the sand because he doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of his actions, and while I get that to an extent, he’s going to have to tuck his tail between his legs and pay the piper. Being jobless and living with his father isn’t going to cut it. Cole needs to want more for himself, but he also needs to clean up the mess he made back home, no matter how uncomfortable it may be.

Turning toward Grace, I rest my hip against the edge of the counter and cross my arms over my chest, allowing myself the opportunity to check her out shamelessly now that we’re alone. “It looks like we’ve got a little time to kill, Sin.”

“Looks like it.” Flashing me a smile that looks equal parts bashful and flirty, she rolls her shoulders back and tilts her head adorably to the side as she peers over at me. “What did you have in mind?”

My heart slams against my ribs as hot, heady arousal courses through my bloodstream, a dozen obscene ideas flashing through my mind, each one louder than the voice in the far back corner, telling me that doing any of those things would be nothing short of reckless. My son is occupied for the next half an hour, and my body desperately craves Grace. I need to lose myself inside this woman I’m crazy about for a little bit before we have to go back to pretending there’s nothing between us.

Lip twisting into a smirk, I nod in the direction of the laundry room. “Be a good girl for Daddy and go in there.”

Grace bites down on her bottom lip as her eyes darken. There’s no arguing or teasing, not an ounce of hesitation as she does exactly what I say, her delicious hips swaying seductively with every step. Following Grace into the small space, I shut the door behind me and reach down to adjust myself as she turns around and peers up at me from beneath her long, dark lashes. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lip is still tucked between her teeth. The goosebumps covering her arms make my blood pump hotter, and the way her chest expands with each shallow breath lets me know she’s as turned on already as I am.

I close the distance between us in two long strides. Bringing my hand up, I brush a strand of hair out of her face before cupping her cheek as she tilts her head back to meet my gaze. Her pupils have devoured her brilliant green irises. “Think you can be quiet, baby girl?”

Grace leans into my touch, eyelids fluttering as she nods. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Such a good girl,” I husk, grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her up onto the dryer. My hand dipping beneath her skirt, I caress along her inner thigh, teasing my thumb over the damp cotton covering her pussy. The heat coming from her core is radiating onto my hand, and my cock throbs with an unbridled need to sink into her tight, wet cunt. Reaching down with one hand, I work my belt open, then my jeans, my eyes never leaving hers. “I bet you’re fucking aching for me,” I growl against her mouth. “Aren’t you, Sin?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Your greedy little pussy has been waiting all goddamn day for me to stuff it full with my cock, hasn’t it?”

She nods, a smirk full of sex curling up her lips.

“Such a naughty girl,” I groan, palming my stiff length as soon as it’s freed from my pants. Grace’s gaze drops to take in the sight, but I hook a finger under her chin and force her attention back up. “Eyes on me, baby girl.”

A sexy little frustrated whimper falls from her lips as her eyebrows knit. “Fuck me already,” she whines, resting her palms flat on the top of the dryer.

I hook an arm around her waist, tugging her to the edge of the machine as a growl rasps in my throat. “Somebody’s forgetting their manners.” I love the way she huffs and rolls her eyes.

“Pleasefuck me,” she grits out. Her eyes fucking shimmer with mirth when she adds, “Before we run out of time, and you manage tonotget me off for the second time today.”

Breathing out a chuckle, I bring my hand up to my face and spit in my palm before coating my length with it. “Such a fucking brat,” I mutter darkly as I shove her panties to the side and line myself up to her slick entrance.

With my hand still around her waist, I hold her tight and sink into her in one swift go, feeling her walls clench around me as her eyes widen and her jaw relaxes, a throat-deep groan falling off her lips. I don’t give her time to adjust, nor do I take it easy. As quickly as I sink into her, I pull all the way out just as fast before sliding in balls deep again. Grace keeps one hand on the dryer for balance while she brings the other up to wrap around the back of my neck. Eyes never leaving mine, her cries are soft as I have my way with her right here in the laundry room.

“This what you wanted?”

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she breathes.

The sound of my balls slapping against her body as I thrust echoes throughout the small room. “Did you think about me when you were out to coffee with him earlier?”

Grace shakes her head, biting down on her lip. “Nope.” She giggles, mischief dancing in her darkened gaze. “In fact, I don’t think about you nearly as much as you probably think I do.”

I huff out a laugh, nails biting into the flesh on her waist as I drill into her harder. “Is that so?”

“Mmhmmm.” Flashing me another bratty grin and bringing her hand between us, her fingers press down on her clit, and she breathes out a sexy little moan as she rubs herself.

“That might be believable if it weren’t for how soaked your little fucking cunt is for me right now, baby girl.” Flashing her a wolfish grin, I bring my hand to the front of her throat, squeezing lightly as I switch to slow, deep thrusts. Her pulse flutters rapidly under my touch, and her tits bounce behind her top with every snap of my hips. “You fucking love the way I fuck you,” I growl against her mouth. “You can’t get enough of the way I make you feel. My tongue, fingers, and cock make you come harder than anybody else has before.”

Grace’s soft, sexy moans fan my face as her heavy eyelids fight to stay open. She’s close, I can feel it.

“I want you to admit it, baby girl.” Smoothing my hand up, I grip her jaw, feeding her every last inch of my cock as her walls contract and squeeze around me. “Admit you love this cock, love the way I fuck you, love the way I make you come.”

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