Page 28 of Grace
“Grace, please, you’re killing me.” He sighs and drops to his knees, his touch never leaving my skin.
“Daniel,” I breathe, and his lips trail over my knee. It’s so soft, so gentle. Heat radiates out from the kiss, then goosebumps rise on my skin as his breath tickles the same spot.
My stomach coils, and something deep down pulses as his lips trail higher, curving to the outside of my thigh until he gently kisses the mark on my hip.
My lips part as a soft moan spills from my throat. My fingers flex on the desk, desperate to hold on to something as the room spins around me.
Daniel pauses, his breath fanning over my heated skin. “Stay right here. I’m getting you ice.”
Again, words fail me. I’m choked up by surprise, confusion, too many emotions to name. The lust is something new and surprising. I can’t ignore how my body tries to set itself on fire whenever he touches me. I can’t delude myself into thinking I’m just into older men or men I shouldn’t really want, considering Ben at the tattoo studio didn’t do anything for me.
His motorcycle did more because it was a taste of freedom, of having something reckless for no other reason than I wanted it. Can’t I do the same with Daniel? It’s not like I’m married to this job. It’s not like I owe Sebastian anything. I could just… give in a bit.
I jerk my dress back down and almost get off the desk when Daniel comes back in. He locks the door behind him, and my throat closes, wondering what that means.
He’s in front of me in a blink and gently places a bag of ice wrapped in a paper towel against my hip.
“You’re driving me insane, Grace. I can’t think straight when you’re around,” he says, his voice sounding huskier than I’ve ever heard it.
“Daniel—”
“When we’re in meetings and you’re next to me, my eyes are on your notes, then your thighs, then your fiery hair that never stays in place. If this is one-way, I need to knownow,” he emphasizes.
I swallow with difficulty.
“I wantyou, Grace. I know it’s wrong. I know that it’s not professional. I know plenty of people who would be confused, disgusted, whatever by this, but I want you and I can’t take the silence anymore. I’ve been reading your eyes, your panting breaths, your blushes, the way you seem to swoon for me, but I need your words. What do you feel forme?” he insists, staring into my eyes with such intensity and sincerity.
I know that I don’t have a choice but to answer, no matter what it does to us, to me, to the peace I’ve just started to get to know.
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Ishouldn’t back down. I should try to see what I want and give in. Even if it’s just a tad.
“I’m confused,” I confess.
As I feel he’s about to speak, I place my hand on his strong chest. The rapid beating of his heart thrums against my fingers as I shake my head.
“I’m confused by this, whatever this is,” I say softly. “Confused about why you want me and why I want you.” I sigh, my gaze flicking up at his. “I’m not sure what to do,” I whisper and relax my touch slightly as I notice I’m pushing him back, even though he wasn’t moving an inch.
“Oh, sweet Grace.” He smiles, truly smiles as his hands glide over my thighs and he steps between them. “I can show you, help you. If you let me. You just need to say it.”
My breath catches as I stare at his touch, how my dress rises up, my panties peeking under the hem and the way his thumb trails up toward the flimsy fabric.
My core quivers as his touch lures me closer. Sparks rush under my skin, and my pussy pulses, in need of more than a simple graze.
“Let me touch you, darling,” he says, his voice a low growl.
My lingering touch on his chest softens further as it trails to his shoulder. “Okay,” I breathe.
“Okay?” he asks, his thumb gilding over my panties.
“Touch me, show me.” I pause as he stills. A slight cock of his head, and my blush heightens, remembering what he asked me, what I should call him when… I want more, when I’m… turned on.
“Sir,” I add, and a soft smile spreads on his features as he leans closer until his lips hover over mine. His breath tickles my lips as I hold perfectly still, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“You’re in control, darling. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” he whispers, teasing my lips with his as his fingers continue higher, curling around my panties.
“Did I make you this wet?” he asks as he tugs my underwear away from my skin.
