Page 9 of Claimed By a Knight

Inching my finger downward, I press the tip against her entrance. Her hands shoot up to the wall for support, her head sinking beneath the water pouring over it. Deep breaths followed by wispy exhales, preparing herself for what’s to come.

And then I do it. Plunge myself inside her walls, and her pussy instantly responds, coating me in a different kind of wetness.

Stepping deeper into the shower, I bring my lips to Gracie’s neck to start kissing her while my hand starts to move in rhythmicback and forth. If we had more time to kill, this would only be the start. Teasing her with a finger, making her come all over me, before we had a repeat of last night.

However, until tonight, this release will have to get her through until then. The way she’s choking her sounds and struggling to draw a full breath is a sign I’m doing a good job, at least.

I keep kissing and playing with her until she buries her face against the wall and erupts into a mess of moans and groans, body jittering and spent, barely able to stand on her own two feet.

“Gonna stop being so glum now?” I ask, once she’s had some time to recover.

“Nah.” She shakes her head viciously. “I think you just made it worse. Now I won’t be able to stop thinking about all the filthy things I’m going to do to you later.”

“I’d say that’s a win-win in my book,” I tease, grabbing her bar of pink soap and rubbing it across her shoulders and down her back. “At least I’ll be getting home to a nice welcome.”

“Nice and naked. Maybe a little wet,” Gracie coos. “Oh, who am I kidding? Soaking wet.”

“That’s my girl,” I say, stepping back out of the shower. No more interruptions, or she really won’t want to head to the office. I’m wholeheartedly willing to spend a day between her thighs, but I know how much Gracie hates missing work.

6

GRACIE

“And there we have it.” I slide an indigo envelope, holding the newly acquired bank card over the table to Henry Harlow and his grandson. The young boy, who can’t be older than four, snatches it eagerly and rips it open to get to the goods.

“Thanks, Pop-pop.” The youngling can barely contain his enthusiasm. I’m sure he doesn’t fully understand what’s going on here, and that the eleven thousand dollars his grandfather put inside his account is the start to a flourishing life ahead.

But someday, Billy Harlow will remember this moment. And hopefully then he’ll smile, remembering the good times with his granddad.

“Not me.” Henry shakes his head, but he’s all smiles nonetheless. “You’ve gotta thank Gracie. She’s the one who did it for you.”

“Thank you, miss.” Billy’s smile softens, and he tries to hold a respectable look.

“It’s my greatest pleasure,” I say, collecting the discarded paper from Billy’s haphazard ripping. “Will that be all for you?”

“Yes, thank you.” Henry helps Billy off his lap before standing up. He takes his grandson’s hand and starts walking off. “Have a wonderful rest of your day.”

Oh, I’m going to.

I’ve only got three hours left before I can be back in Talon’s arms again. God willing, they will be three eventful hours, with a constant stream of people needing my assistance to open accounts or rectify faults, so time can fly by.

And as the clock ticks on, it seems I’ll be getting my wish. One after the next, new faces drop opposite me. I guess it helps that Mercury Bank is one of the largest in Boulder, and most folks in town work through them. The influx of people moving here because of the new job opportunities those factories brought has Mercury Bank very busy lately. In time, once the dust settles, it’ll go back to drips and drabs.

But hopefully by then, I’ll be able to spend a day at work without Talon consuming my every thought. Until then, it’s back to the grind.

Before I know it, hours have elapsed, and there are only ten minutes left, with one more ticket listed on my desk. Rush this out, and I can forget my woes for another glorious night with myTalon. Here we g?—

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I mutter it under my breath, but by the way my last client’s deadpan gaze shifts into a grin, he definitely heard me.

“It’s lovely to see you too, Gracie.” Ezra Green cocks his head to the side and looks down at the black chair in front of my cubicle. Behind him, I see the first of my colleagues shuffling out the door to freedom.

My heart sinks at the sight, leaning back in my chair to see if anyone else is around. Someone who wouldn’t mind taking on a last-minute arrival and sparing me the torture of having to deal with the man I stood up not twenty-four hours ago.

Luck isn’t on my side. The only person left is making his way to the backrooms, leaving me to do this alone.

Big girl smile and treat him like everyone else. You can do this.

“How can I help you today, Mr. Green?” Amicable, respectable, and sincere. Fake as it may be, I doubt anyone would be able to see past the plastered-on facetiousness.

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