Page 51 of Grace
My arms wrap around his neck, keeping him close, and so do my legs. My wet pussy nudges angst his half-hard cock, and a groan rumbles in his chest.
A sharp, repeating blare comes from the kitchen and the scent of burned lasagna prickles my nose. And yet, we both laugh as our lips unlock.
“I’ll get some salad for us,” Daniel says and peels himself away from me, tucking his cock behind his boxers and closing his slacks before he’s off to the kitchen.
My smile won’t drop, not as I pull on my dress over my cum stained body, not when I see the stain I left on the couch. Not even when I think about my fucking my ex’s dad.
Because I don’t care about any of it.
Not when he makes me feel like this.
This wanted, this…loved.
twenty-three
It feels weird not having to go to the office. But maybe it’s not a weird feeling. Maybe I’m just missing Daniel. I’m so used to seeing him almost every day now, having his attention and touch, that I miss it now as he gave me two days off since he’s out of town.
Yesterday, I did absolutely nothing. Ashley was out the entire day, and I cleaned a bit around the apartment. Got some groceries, but nothing special.
Today, I can spend the afternoon with Ashley since I know she doesn’t have any appointments.
I haven’t told her yet what happened, but it seems I have to as she almost drops on the couch with just shorts on while I couldn’t get the sex stain out. I really should have flipped the pillow yesterday.
“Don’t!” I yell as she drops.
And as she looks up, her eyes widen before she jumps up. “Holy shit!”
“Ash,” I warn.
“You had sex on this couch, didn’t you, you wild minx!” She squeals, then hugs me tightly. She puts a blanket down as if that will protect her and makes me sit next to her. “Okay, youhaveto spill. Keeping secrets isn’t an option now. I want to knoweverything.”
I laugh and poke her. “What about you and Marko?”
She blushes. “Oh, no, we’re talking about you.”
“You share or I won’t,” I say, crossing my arms as my face heats.
She groans. “It’s complicated.” She waves her hand in the air with a sigh.
I cock my head to the side and wait for her to continue.
“It’s not like it’s against the rules at work or anything,” she starts and rests back. “But it makes it really awkward when guys flirt with me while I’m tattooing them and Marko gets more and more pissed off.”
“You guys fight?”
“No!” she exclaims. “He loves it. He loves seeing them flirt with me, knowing that I’m not going to do anything. It makes him feral. He’s fucked me in the back of the shop twice this week!”
A laugh breaks free, and I quickly cover my mouth when she shoots me a glare. “It’s supposed to be a sterile environment because of everything we do, but then he just starts pawing at me, asking if I’m turned on from all the shitty flirting or if I want a man who can follow through, and ugh… he knows just how to get me going.” She rolls her eyes. “Okay, now you!”
With no words leaving me, she narrows her eyes. “I told you plenty. Let’s go. What happened with boss-slash-ex’s father? Spill!”
I shift a little. “Well, I invited him over for dinner because he was leaving the country, and I didn’t expect more since he’s always just pleased me and never asked for anything.”
She blinks. “Hold up! He wasn’t demanding blow jobs or equivalent exchange oranything?”
I shake my head, and she puts a hand to her chest. “Do you know how rare that is?”
“Well, it was getting in my head. I thought maybe Bash said I wasn’t good at things so he didn’t want to try, but um… I brought it up, and it started with a blow job and ended with really intense sex.”
