Page 64 of Daddy's Game

I chuckled.

“Oh, right, I forgot. The stalker app.”

She chuckled.

“So, can I come up and see you?”

I turned away from the window.

“Of course you can. Shall I send a car for you?”

“No need. I’m standing outside.”

“You are?”

The call ended. I put my phone down and went to my desk, shutting down the stock market feeds. I didn’t want any distractions when Grace showed up.

She’d asked to spend time with me before, but this was different. And not just because she showed up unbidden at my office, of all places.

She wants something. I don’t know what, but she wants something from me. Something beyond the obvious.

My secretary had long since gone home, so I buzzed Grace in the door myself. She came in the door, wearing a tight skirt and a dark green blazer over a white cami. Grace fidgeted with her hands, steepling her fingers in front of her. She almost seemed reluctant to come inside.

“Hey, handsome.”

“Come on in, Grace. Don’t be shy. I won’t bite…unless you want me to.”

She only gave the briefest of smiles to my quip before the worried look returned to her face.

“What’s bothering you, Grace?”

“I…I came over here with the full intent to talk about it, but now, I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Well, here. Sit down.”

I led her over to my leather sofa and settled in beside her.

“Do you want something to drink?”

She shook her head and leaned her cheek on my shoulder.

“No, I just want to sit here with you for a bit. Is that okay?”

“It’s more than okay. I’m glad you’re here.”

I stroked my fingers through her hair. She sighed and snuggled up closer.

“You can tell me anything, Grace. Anything you want.”

My fingers brushed her cheek. Grace turned her cheek into my palm as if in sudden relief. I knew she sought intimacy, and not just the emotional kind.

I kissed her on top of the head. Grace squirmed over until she sat on my lap, thighs splayed across me. Her skirt rode up all the way to her navel.

We kissed, our lips meeting in a sweet embrace. Grace pushed herself on me, her hands going to undo my necktie.

I helped her slip it off. My hands ran along her silk clad thighs as she ground her panty clad pussy on my ever engorging rod. I responded in kind, lifting one hand to gently cup her face as I kissed her again.

“I love you, Grace.”

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