Page 66 of The Dis-Graced
Or is she? She was eye-fucking you from that couch. It wasn’t imagined.
She values her career, maybe if I offer my assistance and keep her here a while longer to introduce her to some people, something could develop.
I mull over the novel thought. It’s been years since I’ve had much more than a fun night with a woman, why should I want anything more with Grace?
I don’t. I’m sure that I don’t, or at least that’s what I try to convince myself. One thing I know for sure is that I can’t stop thinking about those curvy little hips of hers; or that perfect, round ass in those teeny, tiny running shorts; or the swell off her breasts crammed into her sports bra. Grace’s body is a song, one that I could get lost in.
Dammit! If only I had paid more attention to her over the years, then maybe I’d think of her more as a little sister than a damn sex pot. That’s all but impossible now after seeing her in next to nothing, sweaty and smelling like sexy musk. It will forever be imprinted in my brain.
Oh, and that fateful kiss. God, I was so close, so fucking close. Those pretty lips of hers, so ripe for kissing, sucking, fucking—oh lord.
My cock jackknifes violently upward, begging to be released from its confines. Reasoning with me to go back into the sitting room and have my way with my sexy house guest. Why deny a lady her wants?
Holy fucking Jesus, I need to get this woman out of my head.
I press my hands to my ears, what little good that will do to remove her from my brain.
Wrong head, Drake…
I exhale slowly, trying to get my lust under control.
She’ll never go for you, not after taking her off ALAN. Besides, as soon as you come clean about listening in on her conversations, she’s going to be pissed. She’s not going to care that she signed papers allowing it.
I know I’m right, and I need to let go of whatever is raging inside of me, lusting for an intangible woman, but for some reason, I’m clinging on desperately to any hope of having her.
I open the door to retreat to my bedroom, but to my surprise, Grace is standing there, looking up at me.
“Grace?”
She’s biting her lip, staring at me so intensely I find myself paralyzed.
My eyes dart over her body, following her lush curves.
Finally, she says, “I’m done!”
I arc a brow. “Done? With your workout?” I jest.
“No! I’m done with all this micro-movement bullshit. I’m no longer going to casually glance in your direction. From here on out, it’s full-on ogling. I’m going to stare.”
“Oh…”
Grace’s arms snake up around my neck, pulling me down into a passionate embrace. Her lips find mine, and my stomach is instantly alight with fluttering chaos.
I grab around her waist, pulling her close, the scent of her sweat mixed with her light, flowery perfume ignites a portion of my brain that wants to devour.
And as quickly as it started, Grace pulls back.
“Grace, you better not do this to me,” I growl, pulling her close again.
“ALAN’s watching,” she whispers, event though the mics wired throughout the house are sensitive enough to pick up a heartbeat.
“Then get on in here and close the door.”
“Ummm,” she hesitates, “I think I’m also going to need to wash up first.”
I cock a grin. “You dirty girl.”
Chapter 21
