Grace Anne - By Kathi S. Barton Page 0,19

down and over her and took her mouth again before moving down to suckle at her luscious nipple.

Her scream of release had him throwing back his head as he followed her. He rocked as he jettisoned into her. Every part of his body came; he’d never felt such an orgasm in his life and, as he dropped his weight on top of her, he realized that he wanted her again.

Rolling to his back, Michael took her with him. His pants were still around his legs, so he shimmed out of them and held her. His cock, still buried in her, stirred when she moaned, but he was sure he needed a little more time before he could take her again. When she stretched he thought maybe he’d need less than he’d thought. When she looked down at him, her chin resting on her fist, he thought maybe he could get used to this.

“This doesn’t change anything. It was really good sex, but I’m still going to leave.”

He smiled at her words.

“If you want the building then tell me now.”

“Grace, I don’t know how other men have reacted to your bossy ways, but you’ll find I’m much bossier. You and I just had incredible sex, not good sex, and I for one plan to do it a lot more.” He rolled her to her back and rocked his hips into her. “Now would be nice, but my family is—Christ.”

She bit his neck and tightened around him. When she wrapped her legs around him and surged up Michael’s eyes crossed. Before he knew it he was being pushed to his back and she was astride him.

With her hands on his chest she rode him. Watching her face as she enjoyed herself, Michael found himself mesmerized by her. With her eyes closed he could still read every time she hit her sweet spot; her breasts flushed and her nipples hardened. When she moved her hands along his waist to her hips then moved to her pussy he nearly came watching her. As she slid her finger along her clit she surged forward and moaned. Michael watched as she lifted her free hand, cupped her breast, and rolled her nipple.

“Your cock feels wonderful,” she practically moaned at him. “I’d forgotten how good a real cock can feel deep inside of me.” She leaned back and her hair brushed over his thighs. Michael gripped her hips tighter to him. “Oh, Christ, I’m coming.”

She grabbed his hands and held him as she rode faster. Her breasts, flushed now, bounced and bobbed; her nipples lengthened. Sitting up, he took one peak into his mouth and bit her. Her scream of his name had him rolling her over and fucking her hard, each stoke of his cock pulling deeper and deeper until he came. Michael was sure that this woman was not getting away from him, no matter what.

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Grace stepped out of the shower and heard Michael speaking. She closed her eyes and wondered what he was still doing here. Especially in her bedroom, especially after what they’d done in her office downstairs. Grace wiped the moisture off the mirror and looked at herself.

He’d bruised her. There were marks on her neck from his mouth and more along her breasts and hips. She shuddered when she remembered his mouth there and how tightly he’d held her as he’d come. Grace turned her back to her reflection and started to pull on clothes. As soon as she got dressed she was showing him the door and locking him out of her house and out of her life. She didn’t need this right now. The phone ringing had her pulling on one sock and rushing out the door. He was just picking it up when she came out.

“Yes, this is Gracie’s house. She was in the shower…I’m sure that’s none of your business, but I’m reasonably sure that she’s a bit over twenty-one and no longer needs a—I see. Yes, I can see where, as her brother, you’d think that, but again—”

Grace tried to take the phone from him before he told Cain…well, she didn’t want him to tell her brother anything, thank you very much. But he pulled her against him and buried his face into her shoulder. She forgot what she’d been doing until he spoke again.

“Yes,” he growled, and she wasn’t sure who he was talking to until he continued. “Yes, she’s here. If you give me a minute to kiss her again I’ll let you talk