Page 18 of Timeless Valentine

His hand slips inward, his thumb gravitating to my clit as he grazes the surface lightly. My entire body begins to blaze, as if I'm being filled with molten lava. The pressure inside me is about to burst open at any moment.

Leo peppers my face with kisses, his half-lidded eyes betraying his calm composure. He's just as excited as I am. As I feel my body squeezing him tightly, I realize I want to feel him let go. Not just so that he'll be the one out of control for a change, but so that I know I'm leaving my mark on his soul as much as he is leaving his on mine.

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LEO

Surely it's not natural to feel this much bliss all at once. The pleasure surging between us is an entity unto itself, curling around our bodies as it bonds us together.

Or maybe I'm just losing my mind from feeling so much for this perfect girl.

I'm already in love with her. I knew it the moment she untucked my shirt and asked me to come to her bed. The way Grace looks at me makes me feel like a man. More than making my first million, or buying a fancy new watch or car, or forming my own specialized company.

And I'd give it all away in a heartbeat just for one of her precious smiles.

Sinking slowly and deliberately into her tight, wet pussy, sparks fly at every single point where we touch. Inside her. Where her nipples graze my chest. Where her fingers clutch the back of my shoulders. My thumb flickers a bit more quickly across her clit, and I hear her breathing become ragged and uneven.

"Come for me, baby." Staring into her eyes, she gives me a little nod. "I can't wait to feel you come, Grace. Just let everything go."

Her huge brown eyes grow wide as her breath stutters, her soft body twitching as the climax pulls her under. Increasing my pace, she's finally open enough for me to move more freely, thrusting deep and fast as my inner thighs and balls tighten.

Grace's broken cry of ecstasy is the most seductive, raw sound I've ever heard.

I can't hold back any longer, plunging fast but still attempting to be gentle as my climax surges over me like a tsunami.

"Grace," I choke, as my left hand slams against the bed to keep my full weight off her while I shake. "Grace, baby…Mine." My exhale is a muffled groan as I come harder than I ever have before, filling the condom almost violently. "You're mine."

"Yours?" she whispers.

"Yes, baby." I kiss her softly as we keep moving together, her perfect legs now clamped around my waist. "You're mine."

We breathe together, finally growing still as we gaze into each other's eyes, and I know for a solid fact that I'm the luckiest man in the world.

Kissing her nose, I roll away, wrapping the condom in tissues and dropping it into the trash. As I lie beside her in the single bed, she curls into me as if we're made for each other.

I genuinely think we are.

Although it feels so good to have Grace snuggled into my arms, I get up and bring her a glass of water. After taking a few sips and handing the glass back to me, she falls straight asleep, breathing deeply against my chest.

I wait for about ten minutes until I'm sure she's completely under, then sneak out of her bed.

After making sure both of our phones are charging and set to silent, I tidy up the last of the Chinese food containers, wipe down the counters, and make sure the sink is spotless. Since Grace is so fastidious about her chores, I don't want to add one single item to her infinite to-do list by suggesting takeout.

As I hang up the dish towel, my eye falls on a pile of mail in a basket on the counter. The top envelope is from Jamison's Long-Term Care Home.

Staring at it for a solid minute, I know that I shouldn't peek. The envelope is open, with the contents removed and folded right behind it. All it takes is a small pressing of the envelope forward for the stiff paper to spring open. In a blink, I have the information about where all of Grace's money goes. The rate increase for Caitlin Aldworth's care, retroactive to January first.

My poor baby. Sacrificing so much time and energy to care for her mother.

A wave of sorrow runs through me, quickly replaced with pride. My girl is incredible. Even with her limited resources, she still manages to do the right thing for her mom, while still making ends meet.

I'm so proud of her I could burst.

I'm going to have to find a way to get her to accept financial help from me. It isn't fair for her to be paying so much when she has so little, especially given that I have more than enough wealth for both of us.

Grace will turn me down at first, I know that. But with a little more time and trust, I'm sure I'll find a way.

If nothing else, I have to try.

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