Page 32 of Breakout
“Guys, you are being ridiculous. This is silly,” Grace says, grabbing my attention.
When I look at her, I find her cheeks red as she attempts to hide her embarrassment.
“No, it isn’t, babe. You worked on that paper for months. I’m so proud of you for getting an A on it,” Clay tells her.
Relief fills me, along with disappointment. I know it’s best if we don’t tell them, but part of me was glad it was out in the open.
“Grace, stop being coy. You took that paper and kicked its ass,” Cora adds in.
I realize they are talking about the marketing paper she had to write. Basically, she had to pretend she was a startup and detail how she would go about taking a step-by-step strategyto increase visibility and profits. All very boring stuff, but she’s been killing herself over it.
“I think this calls for cake,” I tell her, smiling proudly.
“Can I smash it into your face?” Beckett asks, drawing confused looks from everyone.
“Hell no, you perv. I’ll go put your drink orders in. Seriously, Grace, I’m ending your meal with some cake. I’ll be right back.”
I head over to the machine and put in their drink orders while also putting in a celebration cake for the end of the meal. Then I head back to the stockroom to see if we have something special to give her on her cake. I thought I saw some sprinkles the other day.
As soon as I step into the room, I feel a body slide in behind me.
I know it’s him. Of course he would follow me.
“You’re being obvious. Try to keep your eyes off of me,” I tell him without turning around.
He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Then he nuzzles my neck, making me giggle from being ticklish.
“I can’t help it if the thought of you being my wife turns me on. You look fucking sexy in this little getup.” He tugs on the bottom of my shirt.
It’s nothing special. A black polo that is low cut and a pair of black pants. Yet, the way his hand slides across my stomach has me feeling like I’m wearing the most expensive lingerie in the world right now.
“We are going to get caught,” I whisper as his hands slide into the waistband of my pants.
“I want to touch my wife. Are you going to deny me?” he asks.
I shiver as he nips my neck.
I don’t speak as he finds the proof that what he is doing is turning me on. My head falls back to his shoulder as my eyes close while he begins to press against my clit.
“Beck,” I moan, pressing my ass back into his erection.
“Shh,” he whispers as he licks and sucks the skin of my neck.
When he thrusts his finger inside of me, I gasp. It feels so good.
“Be a good little wife. Bite that lip and stay quiet,” he whispers against my ear, his free hand sliding up my shirt to squeeze my breast.
My pussy clenches at him calling me his wife. He notices right away.
“Mmm, you like that, huh? You like being my wife?” When I clench again, he chuckles. “Yeah, I like you being my wife too. With this tight little body just ready for your husband to demolish. You want me to fuck your pussy until you come all over me, wife?”
I bite down on my lip until I taste my own blood as he thrusts into me harder.
“Come on my fingers, wifey. Let me taste your desire.” He bites my earlobe at the same time as he pinches my nipple as he thrusts into me relentlessly.
I come, barely withholding my scream as he holds my body against his. I sag in his arms, my body truly well spent. My legs are tingling.
He pulls his hand from my pants, sucking his fingers into his mouth before licking every last bit of my essence from his hand.“Mmm, my favorite flavor,” he hums against me as he turns me into his arms.
