Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Gracen lets out a sigh of contentment as her fingers stroke the back of my neck. I used to love just lying with her after we both came, letting my cock soften inside of her as we would become drowsy.
Man…those memories.
I stare down at Gracen. Her eyes are closed and there is a soft smile on her face. Her fingers move in lazy circles over the back of my neck down into my shoulders.
I know Gracen said that we would just get this out of our systems, but as I look down at her and feel my cock still nestled sweetly in her cunt, I know that one time is not going to do it for me. I slip my arms under her back and lift her from the table. She doesn’t protest, but instead locks her legs around my waist and wraps her arms around my neck.
Silently, I carry her back through the foyer, through the formal room, and into the master bedroom. She doesn’t say a word as I lay her on the bed.
Not a single thing is uttered between us as I peel off the rest of my clothes.
My cock is still half hard but nowhere near satisfied. I take it in hand and give it a few slow strokes before I raise a knee to the mattress. She scoots over to give me some room and turns on her side to watch me.
I kneel beside her, legs spread, and my palm stroking my dick lightly.
Gracen looks up to me, eyelids fluttering as she licks her lower lip. “I know what you want,” she says softly.
“What’s that?”
Her eyes drag down my body, where they lock onto my shaft, which is starting to lengthen under the weight her stare.
Another tiny lick to her lip.
“You want my mouth,” she says assuredly. Her gaze travels back up until she staring at me with a confidence that I always loved about her. “And I want to give it to you.”
I swell and harden until I’ve got all eight inches hovering right in front of her face. Yeah, I’m not sure two times is going to be enough to get this out of our systems.
Chapter 18
Gracen
Marek’s breathing seems deep and steady, thus it’s a good time to make my escape. I’m embarrassed I’m still in his bed. Even more embarrassed that I’ve got my head on his chest and my arm wrapped around his waist. When the morning sunlight filtered in under his roman shades and woke me up, I’d silently berated myself for still being here.
This was supposed to be a one-night-only thing, fueled by drunken desires.
That did not mean cuddling in bed, and I sure as hell don’t want to face any wrath he might be feeling to find me here.
Marek’s arms are stretched wide to either side of his body, so the cuddling was one-sided last night. We’d gone at each other twice more after we got into his bed, and then practically passed out from exhaustion and too much alcohol. At some point in the night, I’d unwittingly curled into him.
Now I’m uncurling.
I manage to slide out of bed without him noticing, giving one last look at his perfect body lying splendidly naked in the middle. His head is turned slightly toward the window and his chest is rising and falling deeply.
After slinking naked into the dining room, I put on my clothes that had been discarded last night. Memories of what he did to me on that table cause me to flush hot. I pick up Marek’s clothes, fold them, and lay them on the table. I’ll throw them into his laundry basket later.
At one point last night, Marek was tossing me around and putting me in different positions on the bed. All that sliding around left a rat’s nest on my head, but nothing a little conditioner won’t help right now. A soft sigh escapes at the prospect of a hot, cleansing shower to wipe away all evidence of last night so we can go back to being just parents to Lilly. Why that thought makes me so sad isn’t hard to figure out, since I’m the one with residual feelings.
I tiptoe from the dining room through the formal sitting room. As I make my way past the white leather sofa separating the area from the foyer, movement from my left catches my eyes. I turn to look at the large double doors that are mostly glass, and my heart practically stops as I see Owen walking up the front porch steps.
Owen is here.
I walk quickly toward him before he can knock or ring the doorbell. As I approach, his head lifts and his eyes lock on me.
He is not happy.
I unlock the door, step onto the porch, and pull it shut behind me, cringing at the tiny tinkling of bells just inside sounding from the camera/motion detector Marek has mounted just above the door. Thank God I shut his bedroom door when I crept out; he’ll sleep on oblivious.