Page 40 of Daddy's Game

“We’re done for the day,” I said. “As far as asking for money goes.”

“Thank goodness.” She sighed, deflating a bit, though she still rubbed her neck.

“Come here.”

She started at my authoritative tone. I motioned with my fingers to reinforce the command.

“Come here and sit down, between my legs.”

Grace swallowed, and then slipped off the leather seats to her knees. She moved over, facing me, until her breasts were just inside my knees.

My, my, my, she had a different idea of what I had in mind.

“Turn around,” I said.

Confusion reigned in her eyes. I couldn't tell if she was disappointed or not, but she did turn around. I gently tugged her back until she leaned into the seat between my legs.

My hands went to the hard knots of tension in her neck and shoulders. She cried out as I massaged the most stubborn one into limp submission.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“A little, but it’s alright. It feels so much better now…oooooh, yeah, that’s the spot.”

She slipped her blazer down so I could better get at her shoulders. My eyes were drawn to her exposed clavicle, and her slender neck.

Moving as if of its own accord, my mouth dipped down and brushed against her neck. Grace gasped, then leaned more heavily into me as if to encourage me further. I pursed my lips and kissed her, eliciting a long, low moan.

“That feels so nice,” she said in a voice just a hair shy of a whisper.

It was all the encouragement I needed.

15

GRACE

Brock’s hands were like magic. His every touch elicited a swarm of tingling and pleasure spreading out over my skin like an invisible blanket. The merest brush of his lips against my skin sent my heart thudding like a heavy bass beat.

I had felt his lips on my skin before, yet there was something different this time. Before, there had always been a bit of distance between us, in spite of how well we connected. In spite of our obvious chemistry. At first I thought this distance had to do with how much our ages varied.

Now, though, I realized the main difference was in me. I had finally decided to let go and trust him, with my body at least if not with my heart. I didn’t think he would use sex as a way to swindle my center out from underneath me.

“Grace.”

He whispered my name, hot breath blowing across my skin as his lips explored the contour of my neck. Goosebumps rose and shivered and tingled as his wet tongue lapped at my skin. Every butterfly soft smack of his lips against my body sent another shivering tingle throughout my entire being.

I lolled my head backward. My hands tugged at my blazer, exposing my shoulders, my body more to his ministrations. Brock’s mouth went to where my shoulder met my neck. I moaned, the sound seeming loud in the back of the limo. I glanced worriedly at the metal partition separating us from the driver’s compartment.

“Don’t worry. It's soundproofed. I’ve conducted a lot of deals back here with people far more paranoid about being overheard than you or I.”

I let out a nervous laugh even as I basked in his attention.

“You’re assuming I’m going to make a lot of noise.”

“I assume nothing. I want to make you feel so good you don’t have any choice in how much noise you make.”

“I’m not some adult film star. You might be disappointed if I’m, you know…not any good.”

I was not a blushing virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but most of my sexual experiences had happened before or during heavy drinking, with a guy more nervous than I was. I knew that Brock had a ton of experience between the sheets, and naturally I worried about measuring up to his past lovers.

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