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I blush, slightly embarrassed, but I know I need to explain myself. “When we first met, I figured I’d never see you again, and if I did…”.

“That we were fated to meet our demise?”

I laugh hysterically, because yes, I thought that once, but I first thought of the sweet reasons why. I can tell he’s not buying it though as his grip on my waist tightens.

“No, I mean maybe one time that first week I tried to convince myself to stay away from you because only bad things could come of it, but it was more because I figured the odds were stacked against us ever meeting again. And in that brief meeting I knew! Don’t ask me how, but I did. What I feel now, I felt then. And I told myself that if something like this could ever happen between us, I don’t know, maybe it was because of fate, destiny, or whatever you want to call it, some sort of star-crossed circumstance.”

“When you know, you know.” He whispers as his grip tightens once again.

“What?”

“Just something Marie told me,” he explains in a hushed tone. “But I still think I prefer when you call me Daddy, or Sir!”

“Is that right?” I laugh. “You’re going to have to work if you want to hear those names falling from my lips, Romeo!”

“Well,” he says, rolling me backward so he can stare in my eyes. “If that’s the case, I can think of a few more punishments that include spread legs and incredible highs.”

He kisses my lips before kissing my cheek, then my chin, my neck, my chest, my breast, my stomach, my….

“Oh, God. Yes, Sir,” I hiss out as his mouth finds my swollen flesh, his fingers press exactly where I want them, and I quickly feel another climax approaching. “I promise,Brettly. I need to be punished like never before because I’ve been a really,reallybad girl.”

23

Grace

We stayedanother two days in Kentucky, long enough to make sure Mom and Archie were alright and that my father wouldn’t be bothering either of them anymore. My mother promised to keep me up to date on Archie’s developments, on the house sale, and where they might be moving. I’d be lying if I didn’t say my fingers were secretly crossed wishing that Georgia worked out for them.

My days were spent mending a relationship with my mother I never should have ruined years ago, and then breathlessly watching as a bond grew between Brett and Archie, a newfound best friendship I never could have anticipated.

Archie took extremely well to the new man in our lives, and I felt blessed to finally be able to share a part of myself with a partner I never expected, a beautiful distraction I never could have known how to pray for, with a man I fell more and more in love with each passing glance, each sweet gestured act, and every way he captured my heart without even trying.

Nights were spent in nothing less than hot passion for hours on end as we explored new ways to please each other, and uncoveredsweetspots that had nevereverbefore been touched, caressed, claimed, as we kindled a connection, a strong, fierce bond that I know can never be broken.

He calls me Peaches, his happiness, his carefree,sweetmiracle. But he’s just as much mine as I am his, and I smile bigger than I ever have before as I look over at him now, his hair blowing in the wind, his hand shifting gears, and my mouth watering like it did that very first day as he drives us back towards Magnolia Cottage.

I know even if our life together was somehow magically endless, I would still never be able to express just how much I love him. Never be able to tell him, with words, with my body, how much he means to me.

But Lord knows, I’m going to try.

He glances at me out of the corner of his eye as we reach the gate for the Knight Estate and smiles a mischievous smirk. His questions, suggestions, statements this time as we drove here more erotic, more sexual, seductive, obscene than the first time we passed through these gates.

Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for you to suck me off while I’m driving. Put your hot mouth right where I want your wet peach.

Would you like that, Grace?

God, does he really need to ask me that?

Spread your legs, Grace. Touch yourself and show me how wet you are for me.

Spank!

Yes, he did, he spanked my sex while he was driving, just before sticking a finger inside my folds and emitting a low growl as I screamed out from the beautiful sensation. My sex pulsed around his fingers, needing to be released as he slowly stroked my inner walls and made me grow wetter with every slow, deliberate touch.

Do you like that, Grace?

His fingers pulled through my center faster before he placed them to his lips and sucked, never taking his eyes off the road.

Get on your knees, Peaches,he commanded as he lifted his hips and unzipped his slacks.Suck my cock while I play with your pussy.

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