Page 13 of Full Body Check

“Will do… precious girl.”

More so with every minute spent together, I’m gradually peeling back the layers of Gracelyn Bolton, finding my way to the intricate center. She’s shy but fierce. A dreamer, with both feet on the ground. She doesn’t bat an eye at clearly expressing her opinion on certain subjects, yet couldn’t care less to examine those you’d guess she would. And the suspicion I’m most excited to confirm — that beneath her “ladylike” exterior lies an inferno; a vixen I can’t wait to meet, expose, and explore.

I can’t wait another second to test my theory. Taking her hand in my free one, I guide it down, and together, we rub the aching erection trapped inside my jeans. She hums, squirming in what looks a lot like anticipation, but I make sure. “What now, Gracie?”

“You know.” She tries to dip her head, refused by my hand on her cheeks.

“If I did, I wouldn’t have asked, and if I assume, I’m an ass, so, tell me, beautiful.”

“Brewer…” she hedges once more, her cheeks pinkening more with every shallow breath.

I slowly shake my head, then toss her a wink. “Just you and me here, Gracelyn; no one will hear you. But I, I want to hear you. Say it.”

“For your conscience or your ego?”

I wait to respond until my lips are teasing her ear. “Both.”

The loss of eye contact must embolden her, because she tilts her head into my touch and breathes out a reply that’s nothing short of exactly what I’ve quickly come to expect from her. “Thought I’d made myself pretty clear before, but if hearing it again really gets your motor running, all the better for me, right?” She clears her throat and finds a new, low tone that speaks straight to my cock. “I want you to fuck me, Brewer Hayes. I want you to fuck me all night long.”

“Up the stairs, third door on the left. I’m gonna stay right here and watch your fine, bare ass walk away to my bed, but I won’t be far behind you. And when I catch up, I wanna to see you sprawled out on that bed, with your legs spread as far apart as they’ll go. Will you do that for me, Gracie?”

She bobs her head, ducks past me, and takes off... and though I’ve never cared to notice before — when it comes to Gracelyn, wouldn’t dare miss it— I watch with rapt interest, precisely how both ripe, round ass cheeks rise and fall with every step taken.

It’s quite a fucking show.

And while a very big part of me is dying to chase her down and pounce, stare at that delectable ass jiggling as I pound into her from behind, I manage to resist, blinding remarkable patience from somewhere unknown; giving her plenty of time to get settled, calm and comfortable, before pursuing her. But a man can only take so damn much, and soon, I’m on the prowl… stopped cold, mid-step and speechless, when I see her.

I am so fucked.

I don’t know all the specifics yet — why, how fucked, or how long it’ll take to recover — but I know I am. This time, this woman… she’s gonna leave a mark.

This time, this woman… I could stand here and stare at her all night. She’s heaven and hell, depravity and beauty, sexiest damn angel I’ve ever seen in my life. Gracelyn, stretched naked across my bed, legs bent up and back, on display for me.

I move closer, shins bumping against the bedrail, to drink her in until I drown. “You’re unbelievable, Gracelyn. So fucking sexy. Beautiful. Both. I mean it, baby. You’re,” I gulp, “you’re a goddamn game changer.”

And there you have it, the sappiest thoughts, to ever emasculate my brain… put right out in the open.

Out loud.

Where she could fucking hear them.

So, she now knows it too — I’m so fucked.

Not shit I can do about it now, though, and… couldn’t be helped. Something about the sweetly corrupt Gracelyn Bolton has me fumbling through new territory, completely off my game. And when I finally let my eyes drift to hers, the warm affection therein, and the small, flattered smile on her angelic face makes my spontaneous, somewhat embarrassing, outburst worth it… and then some.

But I’m not done yet. Nope. Before I even realize, I’m spouting off again. “Just so we’re clear, you’re mine now, Gracie. I’m keeping you.”

“Wh, what?” she whispers and snickers at the same time.

“You heard me. Mine. For as long as you’re here, in town, you’re here with me.”

She’ll probably fight me on this later, any sane person would, but for right now, she’s only worried with perching herself up on her elbows and slowing her breathing. Enough to say, in the cutest little whimper, “Brewer, please…”

The corner of my mouth twitches with primal pride, and as smokin’ fucking hot as it is to hear her beg, the patience I somehow conjured up before is gone. And so is hers.

“I’ll…”

“Not move another inch,” I grunt, cutting off her pant and freezing her in place. “Stay right where you are, just like you are; I’ll come to you.” I start to — never fucking mind — no dicking around with buttons if you just rip your shirt open and fling it across the room. Everything else not a problem, I’m down to nothing within seconds, and climb on the bed, moving up and over her.

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