Page 24 of Daddy's Game

“Believe it.”

I took a bishop, and her leggings came down. My eyes widened when I saw the pink lace panties she had on underneath. I speculated as to what kind of back they had. See through? Thong? G string? No, she didn’t seem the type for that.

“I see that you like what your money has bought.”

“Yes, very much. You’re a damn sexy woman, Grace. Any man would be lucky to have you.”

I tipped over my King and moved the board to the side.

“What are you doing?”

“Surrendering,” I said. “My mind is no longer on this game.”

I reached out and took her hand in my own. I kissed the inside of her wrist. Grace’s eyes squeezed shut, her naked breasts heaving with heavy pants.

She opened her eyes, and our gazes met. I could see the fires of desire dancing in her blue orbs. I tugged on her hand. Grace did not resist as I pulled her over to my own seat.

Our lips met, and I exulted in the luxurious softness of her mouth. She slid into my lap, bottom sliding over my rock hard member, now barely constrained by my boxers. I kissed her harder, deeper. She moaned into my mouth, throwing her arms around my neck and clinging to me like a swimmer clings to a rock in a storm tossed sea.

It felt so good to kiss her, to hold her. My hands slid along her bare back. I felt strange in my arousal. Normally I don’t spend a lot of time kissing before I get down and dirty. Yet, I felt as if I wanted to take my time exploring her with my mouth, and my hands. I wanted to know her, every piece of her.

I slid my hand down. She arched her body against me as my hand reached the small of her back. I caressed the curve of her spine, then reached the slope of her deliciously shaped bottom. My fingers traced over the pliant, supple flesh until I cupped her cheek in my hand. Fingertips told me she had indeed worn a thong.

My mouth moved to her neck as my blood thundered through my veins like liquid fire. I kissed her sensitive skin, raising goosebumps. She let out a deep, raw moan and clung to my head and neck all the tighter.

Our bodies slid together, separated only by the most meager of clothing. I wanted to feel her from the inside, but I was in no rush. I wanted to make her feel amazing. I licked her sensually, savoring the taste of her skin.

Grace let out a sharp gasp, running her fingers through my hair. I nipped her on her neck and she ground her body atop my own.

We existed in a molten sea of fiery kisses and red hot embraces. I thought of nothing except for where I was in that exact moment, with Grace. She was my entire world, and my world was perfect–

“Your pardon, Sir,” the pilot said over the intercom. “But we’ll be landing in Paris soon.”

Grace and I stopped, our gazes meeting. We both laughed spontaneously. I kissed her once more and then lifted my gaze to the intercom.

“Thank you, Seamus. We’ll pull ourselves together.”

As well as we could.

9

GRACE

“This is the part where you say you thought it would be bigger.”

I turned an incredulous stare on Brock, pulling my gaze away from the Paris skyline, albeit reluctantly.

“Excuse me?” My tone took on a bit of an edge. One of the flight attendants set a tray containing a french press filled with steaming black coffee, as well as two mugs with magnetic bottoms to help them adhere to the table.

“The Eiffel Tower.” He indicated the window beside me. “Most people, after seeing it for the first time, say ‘gee, I thought it would be bigger.’”

“Oh.” I relaxed and let out a little laugh as I turned back to absorb the view. “I thought you were talking about…never mind.”

I flushed red and hoped that the attendant wouldn't notice. It seemed weird to worry about embarrassment in front of Brock. Not now, after we’d gone from kissing to steamy make out to dry humping in the cabin of the plane.

We hadn’t gone all the way, though. I didn’t know if I should feel relief or disappointment.

Paris at night, when viewed from above, appeared as a luminous sea of light. Cascades of illumination streamed through the city streets, like blood moving through a vessel. The buildings were much smaller than the ones found in New York or Chicago.

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