Page 66 of A Taste of Grace

“You heard from God on this one. The Bibleisthe original romance book.”

It delighted me that Caleb was pleased.

“Now that you’re mine, get used to being spoiled.”

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“I haveeverything you need to feel like the king you are. In the bathroom are 100 percent vegetarian and cruelty-free products. I got you an African exfoliating net too. It’ll exfoliate your back unless you want me to do it.” Grace lowered her gaze and bit her plump lower lip before meeting my eyes again.

The way she moved in and out of being shy and bold turned me on more than any woman I’d ever been with.

“Later but get your rest for now. You’ll need your strength.”

I meant that as I imagined all the ways I would take her across the house.

Grace’s cheeks reddened.

“I’ll give you privacy and wash up in my guest bathroom. I’m going to stick to you like glue.”

I licked my lips.

“I’ll hold you to that, baby girl.”

Grace hid her grin behind her hands, making me want to say every naughty thing I could to her.

“Do me a favor. Slip on the silk kimono in the bag by the door.” I winked at her.

“I will. Meet me in the kitchen for dinner. Enjoy your shower, husband.”

I watched Grace sashay her full hips out of the room before I entered the bathroom.

Like the other rooms, various scriptures about love were placed in small frames. Scents of coffee and cocoa filled the room. A monogrammedStowel set lay on the counter along with the bath items Grace mentioned earlier. I picked up the net and brown bar soup and entered the modest-sized shower. As I turned on the water and lathered up, unexpected tears fell from my eyes.

“Abba Father, thank you for answering my prayers. Grace is what you promised. Show me how to step up for real.” I washed and conditioned my hair and beard and finished bathing and moisturizing my body.

I exited the shower and walked down the hallway with an oversized body towel around my waist. I found Grace in the kitchen with her silky robe draped loosely around her full body. She bent over in front of the refrigerator door, giving me a view of her thick thighs and lower butt cheeks that had me bricking up. For once, I could do something about it. She closed the refrigerator door and halfway turned my way.

“This robe is perfect.” She faced me directly and froze, her mouth wide open as she stared at my naked chest.

I smiled.

“Are you okay?”

She closed her mouth and shook her head, pulling what I now realized was a too-tight robe over her full breasts. Since the pink satin fabric left nothing to the imagination, Grace’s pebbled nipples poked through the fabric like little rocks.

“Yes. It’s just that…” She grabbed the base of her throat and shook her head. “You’re fine as hell. Damn.”

I chuckled.

“Thank you.”

Grace walked to me and reached for my pec, stretching her robe. It fell open to the middle of her sternum.

“I can’t believe you have tattoos. They’re so pretty against your skin. Lift your arms for me.” She rubbed her fingers across my nipples and traced the eagle wings covering my left pec, tilting her head.

From there, she traced the vertical names of Hannah down by my right side and Esther on my left. I shivered as she alternated staring at my ink and into my eyes. I rarely showed my bare chest publicly, but for Grace, I’d run through downtown Farmerton naked if she wanted me to.

“Are you going to tattoo my name somewhere?” She held my sides and bit her lower lip.

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