Page 102 of Loving Whiskey

I rake my fingers through her hair as I look down at her beautiful face. “At first, it was Hayden. I don’t want to share you with anyone, Grace. I’ve already done that with your ex-husband, then Jay, and now when we finally have a shot, I feel like he’s still in the picture. I have no problem fighting for this relationship, fighting to make it work. Grace, I’ll fight every fucking day to build a future with you.” I search her violet eyes and hope she’s hearing me. “But I won’t share you. I won’t wonder if you’re all in with me, if you’re thinking of someone else. I can’t do it. I love you too much to share.”

Grace closes her eyes and breathes me in, then she reaches her hand up and cups my face. “Whiskey, don’t you know that since the moment you said hello on the plane, I’ve been yours? There’s been no one else. No one can hold a candle to you.”

I inhale her words with a deep breath, practically choking on her promise. And yet the constant phone calls from Hayden tell me otherwise.

“Is it over with him?” I ask.

Grace shakes her head, confusion etching her face. “Cash, I wouldn’t have agreed to a date with you, or stayed in your apartment, or kissed you, if I wasn’t ready to give us a real shot. It’s just you and me, I promise.” With both her hands on my face she pulls me in for a kiss.

Her words encourage me, and I stand us both up, wrapping her legs around me, and carry her out of my office. Although I still have a shirt on, I’m pantsless, and her robe is open. I’ll have to make sure I delete all the video footage in the morning, or security is going get an eyeful.

In the elevator, I continue to kiss her, not letting her go until we walk through the penthouse into the master bedroom, and I lay her down on our bed.

Because that’s what it is. This is our bed now. With every fiber of my being, I know that I am not letting Grace leave me again. “Grace, do you know what this means?” I ask as I crawl up her body, positioning myself between her legs.

Grace shakes her head and watches me intently.

“We are going to live here. We are going to raise our child here. And right now, I’m going to fuck all the doubts out of your head. I’m going to show you precisely how much I love you and how fucking bad I have it for you.” I twine her fingers with mine and put her hands above her head, right before I push into her, both of us hissing and groaning in the exquisite pain and pleasure.

She begins to move under me. “Yes, Whiskey. Yes, to it all,” she says as she leans up and bites my bottom lip, pulling my head to meet hers.

“You’re mine, Gracie, tell me you’re mine,” I say as I thrust in and out of her, leaving her panting.

With her eyes on me, she says in between moans, “All yours, Cash. Always yours. Only yours.”

“That’s right, Angel. You’re mine to fuck…mine to care for, and mine to love.”

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