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I did need to do that, but I had been expecting something more. Surely he wasn’t just going to eat my pussy and give me a bunch of orgasms and just walk away without being satisfied himself?

Then I realized Brockwassatisfied. He was satisfied just making me feel good. That, ironically, made me want to please him even more.

“Are you kidding?” I asked as he handed me my blazer.

“No, I’m not. Don’t worry, I’ll be calling on you again, very soon. You were a very good girl today, Grace. I’m proud of you.”

I gasped as a tremor ran though my body. Then he was practically shoving me out of the door.

“Wait,” I gasped. “My panties.”

“Oh, I’ll be holding onto these for now. If you’re a good girl, you might earn them back later.”

Then he left me standing on the sidewalk, knees like water and brain still swimming, no, drowning in endorphins.

I watched the limo pull away and then went inside my apartment. When I saw my face reflected in the mirrored elevator walls, I was taken aback by the huge smile plastered over my features.

Well, that just happened…not that I’m complaining. I’m not complaining at all.

16

BROCK

Ibasked in the glow of Grace’s sweet scent as my limo rolled along the streets of Manhattan. She had been every bit as responsive as I’d hoped.

I could tell a lot of things about her, now. I had the distinct impression her previous lovers lacked the wherewithal or the empathy to truly please her. I knew that she was a sensualist, someone who enjoys different sensations in varying degrees.

But most of all, I knew she was ready, so ready for the next step in our relationship. While excitement teemed within me, I was shocked to find another emotion.

Fear.

You’ll hear a lot of wanna-be alpha male types who thump their chests and proclaimno fearagain and again. That’s utterly ludicrous. Being in command of yourself and your environment doesn’t mean divorcing yourself from fear. Fear is as much a part of being a human being as anything else. One must learn to manage and control fear, not obliterate it, in order to succeed.

Yet, fear was something I wasn’t used to feeling with regards to women. I remember a lot of my friends from my university days telling me how terrified they were the first time they made love to a woman. I’d never felt that brand of fear before. In fact, I wondered if they weren’t being melodramatic.

Now I feared for the first time that I had made a mistake with a woman. Should I have gone up with Grace to her apartment, and finally felt her from the inside as she so clearly wanted me to?

No. Because something else I know about you, my sweet Grace, is that you like to be teased. In and out of the boudoir. You’re in for a hell of a time, princess.

My bravado was only partly effective, but my mental pep talk got me through the rest of the day. I could have used remote work software to attend many of the meetings I hit up that day. At one point I hopped in a chopper for a trip to upstate Connecticut, then returned to Manhattan in time for rush hour drinks and glazed wings at the Mandarin.

Yet inevitably, I ran out of things to do. I had scanned the Singapore markets for the fifth time when I put my phone down at last and stared out the window. My penthouse on the upper east side loomed overhead. I was home, more or less.

“Pete,” I called out.

“Yes, Mr. Richards?”

“I think I want to make a stop or two first.”

“Of course, Mr. Richards.”

I gave him his directions, and took out my phone.

Are you awake?

After a few seconds, three dots appeared on screen and did a little dance.

I’m awake. Just about to hit the shower and then bed.

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