Page 33 of Beautiful Mess

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because it’s late, and you were already in bed.”

“And?”

She can’t honestly think I was turning down the offer she sent me. Getting to be with her again is worth feeling a little extra tired on the job site tomorrow.

Grace chews on the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling, her gaze dragging down the front of me before coming right back up. “The kids are asleep,” she says softly as she opens the door wider to let me through. “We have to be quiet.”

My heart is a steady drum as I kick my shoes off before she leads me down the dimly lit hallway toward her bedroom. Thankfully, having been here a few times before with Willow, I know that her bedroom is on the opposite end of the house as her kids, because with what I have planned for her, I don’t anticipate her being able to keep it down. Reaching her room, she gestures for me to go inside, and she follows, the sound of the lock clicking into place filling the silence.

A lamp on her bedside table is the only light illuminating the space. I inhale the scent of her all around me. It’s a sweet and fruity smell that makes my head spin, more than a perfume or lotion. It’sGrace, an intoxicating scent that is uniquely her. If I could bottle it up and breathe it in every single day, I would. With her back to the door, Grace and I take each other in for a few long beats. Neither of us moves or says a word, but the tension fills the room around us like smoke. It’s thick and hard to breathe around as every inch of my body grows hotter by the second.

I’m not sure who moves first, but before I know it, we’re meeting in the middle of her room, nothing more than grappling hands and starving lips. Arm snaking around her waist, I haul her closer, unable to kiss her deep enough. I’m starving for her, going out of my mind with a need burning so hot I can barely think straight. I bring my hands to the hem of her tank top, ripping my lips away from hers long enough to tug it over her head. Before the material has a chance to land on the floor, she’s doing the same with my shirt. Our eyes drink each other in, her tits even more perfect in person.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I mutter, scratching a hand along my jaw.

Grace gives me a bashful smile that makes my heart thump, and a snarl rips from my throat as she twists her arms in front of her, fingers interlacing, like she’s trying to cover up.

“Don’t you dare hide from me, Sin,” I husk. “You’re beautiful, and I want to see all of you.”

Heat flashes in her eyes, and something I can’t quite place, as she drops her arms and holds my gaze. I watch her slowly shove her shorts down until they’re pooling around her ankles before doing the same with her tiny black panties, until she’s standing before me, completely nude. My breath catches at the sight of her—ofallof her.

Words like “beautiful” and “sexy” are far too mediocre when it comes to Grace. They’re simply not enough.

She is breathtaking.

A divine work of art I know I’m not worthy enough to have, but I’m going to anyway.

Grace’s soft, supple skin, her petite curves, and the faded white stripes that delicately decorate her breasts, stomach, and hips all tell a story about how she’s not just a woman. She’s a fiercely loving mother. A sun-kissed goddess. And right now, there’s not a single thing I want to do more than explore all of her, letting her body whisper her secrets in my ear while the scent of her sweet arousal and the sound of her moans fill the air.

“Stand in front of the bed, Sin,” I instruct her, voice low. “Hands flat on top.”

A sassy little smirk slides up her face as she places her hand on her cocked him. “I’m gonna need to hear a ‘please’ from you first,” she taunts.

I huff out a dark laugh, her smart-ass mouth making my cock harder than it already was. “I wasn’t asking,” I reply gruffly, closing the distance between us. Her chin between my fingers, I stare down my nose at her, drinking in the fire and desire in her eyes. “When I give you an order, you do it.”

“Or what?” She grins up at me, and it takes everything in me to not toss her on the bed and fuck her right now, but there’s so much more I want to do to her first.

“Or I’ll have to punish you, Sin. That’s what.”

Grace’s eyes darken as color creeps up her cheeks. She swallows roughly before I release her chin and shove her toward the bed with a hand around her arm. Goosebumps cover her flesh and her body trembles with a shiver as she faces the bed and plants her hands right on top, but not before throwing me one last challenging look over her shoulder full of lust.

“You know what I think, Sin?” I drawl as I saunter over to her, running a finger down the length of her spine. Grace lets her head drop forward, a sigh falling from her lips. “I think you need somebody to punish you,” I go on when she doesn’t say anything, smoothing my hand over the swell of her ass. “I think you crave somebody taking control of you, telling you what to do for a change instead of you making all the decisions.”

I drop to my knees, spreading her open with a palm on each cheek. Grace gasps, glancing over her shoulder again with wide eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“What you deserve. Now. Turn. Around,” I growl, and by some miracle, Grace clamps her lips shut and does what I say.

My dick throbs. I’m so fucking hard it hurts as I drink her in. Pink cunt spread for me, her arousal glistens, the sweet aroma heavy in the air. She smells so goddamn good, I can’t help myself. Leaning in, I drag the flat of my tongue from her pierced clit all the way to her tight, puckered asshole, the flavor of her exploding in my mouth. Pushing back against my face, Grace lets out a low, needy moan as I indulge in one last taste before begrudgingly standing up.

Smoothing a hand up her back, I grab a fistful of her hair on her nape, tugging until her eyes meet mine. “I’m going to spank you now. Do you understand me?”

Nodding to the best of her ability, Grace wets her lips with her tongue.

“You’re going to count to five,” I tell her, my body vibrating with unbridled, barely restrained need for her. “And after each one, you’re going to say, ‘thank you, Daddy.’ Am I making myself clear?”

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