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Grace
I don’t knowwhat made me invite Leo back to my house. It just kind of slipped out my mouth. The idea of cooking him a nice homemade meal seemed like the perfect thank you present. But, now he’s actually standing in my living room, looking around my house, I feel like I’ve made a huge mistake.
I pull a couple of wine glasses out of the cupboard with shaky hands. My back is to him. I’m scared to turn around. He’s so damn fine, just being near him has my body lighting up like a Christmas tree. But my focus has to be on my business. Just because my money troubles are temporarily over, doesn’t mean I can take my eye off the ball and throw myself at the first man that comes along… even if that man is devastatingly handsome, and just went out of his way to help me out of a serious hole.
“You sure I can’t do anything to help?” he asks.
“No.” My voice sounds more like a bleating lamb than a strong, independent businesswoman. I inwardly scold myself.
Pull it together, Grace! He’s just a man, for god’s sake. It’s like you’ve never seen a penis before!
Oh, God. And now I’ve started thinking about his penis.
I guess it was inevitable. The outline of his bulge has been tempting me all day. But I’d managed to push it to the back of my mind. Now all I can think about is whipping off his belt and wrapping my hands around his thick, meaty shaft.
He steps up behind me. I can hear the gentle creek of the floorboards beneath his feet as he approaches. His shadow looms over me as I grip onto the counter with white knuckles.
“You okay, Grace?” His voice is deep and silvery. I lower my head, trying to catch my breath, but every cell in my body is screaming at me to turn around and fuck his brains out.
“I’m fine,” I groan. “Just having a bit of a moment. I’ll be fine in a minute.”
He takes me by the arm and guides me to the sofa. “I think you better sit down for a minute. Here, let me pour you a drink.”
He walks back over to the kitchen and pops the cork on the bottle of wine I was just about to open.
I sit back amongst the comfy cushions. He passes me a glass of red wine. Taking a sip, I let out a deep sigh. “That’s better.”
He sits down next to me. His fingers playing with the stem of the glass. “Look, about what my brother said earlier. I’m really sorry. I wish you never had to hear that. He’s an asshole. He’s always been an asshole. It’s like it’s in his DNA.”
I squeeze his arm. “But you’re nothing like him.”
He looks at me and shakes his head slowly. “I was, though… when I was younger. We were inseparable. Always trying to outdo each other. Looking back, it was pathetic. It’s why I had to get away from him. From my whole family. That toxic environment. It was like, I woke up one day and I could see my whole life stretching out before me, and I didn’t like the look of it. It made me feel sick.”
“Well,” I tell him, “I’m glad you did. Otherwise, I never would have met you.”
“Yeah,” he says, “and you’d never have gotten your money back.”
I put my glass on the coffee table and sit closer to him. I lock my fingers in his. “It’s not all about the money,” I say. “I don’t know how to say this. I don’t really have much experience with men. Especially since starting my business. But…”
He turns to me, taking my face in his huge, beefy hand. “You feel it, too?” he asks.
I gulp down a mouthful of anxiety and nod my head.
“I thought it was just me,” he says. “I mean… I’m almost old enough to be your dad. And you’re so young and so beautiful, and so driven. And then there’s the fact I’m a Hawthorne.”
“That’s just a name, Leo. You’re not the same as your brother. I’ve only known you for a couple of days, but I can tell you're a kind man. A caring man. You’re not a bully, like Rupert. Even though you could be. You chose a different path. A better path. And somehow, someway, that path brought us together. And, I guess, all I’m trying to say, is that I’m glad it did. Because, even though we are from two totally different walks of life, even though, on paper, we might not be the best fit, none of that matters. Because just being near you gives me this funny feeling. Like I’m more alive than I’ve ever been in my whole life. A feeling right here…” I take his hand and put it over my heart.
His eyes stare at his hand and then at my breasts. I’ve never been this forward with a man before, and the anticipation is killing me.
“Oh, boy,” he growls. “Grace, you don’t know what you’re doing to me. There’s no going back from this. Once I taste you, you’ll be mine. That’s just the way I operate. Are you sure you’re ready for that? Are you sure that’s what you want?”
I bite my lip. The sound of beinghisturns me on so much I can barely breathe.
“Yes, Leo,” I purr. “That’s exactly what I want.”
He pulls me to him and our lips collide. It’s like a nuclear bomb has just gone off. We’re all hands and lips and I’m grinding my pussy against his hardness as I straddle him. My hands tugging the hair on the back of his head. His fingers gripping onto my ass and then holding my breasts as our tongues lick and dance in each other's mouths.
“Fuck me,” I groan. “Please fuck me!”
