Page 28 of Daddy's Billionaire Broker

JACK

It was so much fun watching Grace's eyes as I led her through the house. Her honesty was refreshing. She was able to point out with frightening accuracy the pieces I had selected, and the ones the decorator chose. Maybe it wasn't that hard since I picked out very few things.

"We don't have to live here," I said. "I like the grounds and the location, but if you want something bigger or smaller, or somewhere different, I'm open to suggestions. I just hope that you'll consider moving in…" I checked my watch. "Immediately."

Grace's laugh echoed through the hallway. "I like the bones of the house, and I bet we can make parts of it less stuffy. It's pretty formal. You must have a place to chill?"

I opened my bedroom door, and she nodded approvingly. "Okay, you've got one."

The bedroom suite was the one place I really directed the decor. Everything was silver, sage, and charcoal. Minimalist, streamlined, and quiet.

"Do you want to chill with me?" My arms slipped around her waist as she smiled up at me.

"Yes, please."

"Do you want to be naked with me, baby?"

Her saucy smile sent blood rushing through my veins, as I could see the answer in her eyes. "Yes, please."

My hands glided up the flat plane of her back, unfastening her bra, then pulling it over her head together with her t-shirt. Her quick fingers unbuttoned my shirt, pushing the fabric off my shoulders as she caressed me.

"Your skin is pretty soft for such a tough guy."

Leaning down to wrap my lips around her pointed pink nipple, I unzipped her jeans. "I'm not a tough guy around you, gorgeous. You make me melt." I held her hand to my stomach. "Feel that? My insides are sloshing around just from looking at you half naked."

As I pulled up the last of her clothing, Grace murmured, "I can't believe how comfortable I am naked with you."

I tossed her lightly onto the bed, then slipped off my pants and socks before joining her.

"I always hoped that I would find a gorgeous woman who would join me in this bed. In this house. Help me make it a real home."

She didn't ask how long it had been since I'd been with a woman, and I wasn't sure whether I should tell her it had been over five years. I just hadn’t been interested in anyone who didn't light up at my jokes, or listen to my every word. My dating life had been a disaster.

But now I was going to plan elaborate dates, and wonderful experiences. I was going to spoil my girl in thousands of ways, if she’d let me.

I claimed her mouth with a kiss that expressed my desire more than words ever could. Grace held nothing back, gripping the back of my hair as she crushed her lips to mine.

Our heat, our arousal, became a violent storm as my hands explored her skin, pinching her nipples lightly and running my fingernails along her inner thigh.

I loved the way Grace squirmed slightly, her lovely gaze brighter than I'd ever seen it. Cupping her breasts, every tiny gasp from those beautiful lips made me want her more.

I ran my tongue around her nipples slowly, lashing at them until they pebbled, swelling slightly at my touch.

My hand slipped down between her thighs, spreading her tender skin as I found her wetness. Those lovely legs spread instantly, her hips undulating as she gasped softly, telling me exactly what she needed.

After one more searing kiss, my lips slowly meandered down her body as I spread her open. The first taste of her sweet juices made me groan.

Grace stared at the ceiling, blinking rapidly as she clutched the blanket. As I dragged my tongue slowly through her inner lips and around her clit, her legs tensed, her cute, tiny toes digging into the bed.

I loved that my touch drove her wild.

Slipping my middle finger inside her, I lapped lightly at her clit, studying the way her perfect breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath.

After several moments, her eyes met mine. "Yes," she barely breathed. "Jack…please…more…faster…"

I added a second finger, moving a bit more quickly as I licked steadily.

Grace's wordless cry filled the room as she squirmed underneath me, gripping my hair as she came against my mouth. Every helpless twitch and cry was music to my ears.

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