Grace Anne - By Kathi S. Barton Page 0,30

you I wanted to go to my house. That was where you said you were taking me. Turn this thing around right now and take me back to my house.”

He reached over and pulled her across his lap. His cock stirred beneath her and he knew she’d felt it. She looked at him wide-eyed and he kissed her mouth quickly.

“Sit still and maybe he’ll behave.” She tried to get off his lap, but he was stronger and he held her still. “I mean it, Grace. If you don’t stop squirming around I’m going to have to throw you down again and lick that luscious pussy of yours. I’ve not had the opportunity to taste you yet and I’m dying to do so.”

She looked so hurt he almost let her go. “Why?” she asked him quietly, and he knew she was asking for more than just why he wanted her again.

“I don’t know. You’re beautiful, but it’s more than that. You’re brilliant and fun to be with; you make me laugh, and you make me harder than any other woman I know. But why do I want you? I really don’t know.” He pulled her head to his shoulder and she let him. “Grace, please come home with me. I want to make love to you properly in a bed this time. And then in the morning, if we haven’t killed each other, we’ll talk.”

“I’m not going to stay, Michael. I have to leave before they find you. If they do, you’ve no idea what they’ll do to you. They’re evil and they’re…I can’t let anything like I know they’re capable of doing be done to you.”

He held her tighter. The thought of letting her go making him panicky. He didn’t understand it, but knew that if he let this woman get away from him that things, especially his life, would never be the same.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. Tonight, we’re going to make love, eat, make love and then, if we have the strength, make love again.” Her giggle made him smile. “I’ll even make you breakfast in bed if you don’t kill me first.”

“Okay. But tomorrow, we go back to our original plan. You buy the building and I move on. I have enough things to worry about without you making things more complicated.”

He nodded, not agreeing with her, but knowing that things were going to get really complicated and soon.

She laid in his arms the rest of the way to his house. They both must have fallen asleep because, when he opened his eyes, he realized they had stopped. He gently shook her awake and stretched when she slid to the other side of the seats. She looked good enough to eat all rumpled and sexy and he wanted her again, much to his amazement.

He reached for the door just as it was being opened. He grinned and wondered if the driver, Wells, had been listening for them to wake or if he was that good. As soon as Michael was out, he reached in for Grace. He looked over at Wells and winked as she stood beside him.

“Wells, my good man, I’d like you to meet Miss Grace Waite. Grace, this is my good friend, butler, and all around handy man, Timothy Wells. He’s been with my family for nearly fifty years.”

Wells took her hand and kissed it. “Good to meet you, miss. You and the boss here, you sure do make a very fine-looking couple. You two look like you could be models for them cake toppers at weddings.” He shook Michael’s hand before continuing. “Master Trace called, sir, and he said that he wanted me to fetch him home first thing in the morning. He said you promised him blueberry pancakes and sausage links. If you want, I can have him here around ten if you and Miss Waite will be ready for him by then.”

Grace buried her face in his shoulder and he lifted her face to his. He kissed her on the mouth as he turned to Wells. He didn’t want her to be ashamed that the household knew she was spending the night. “Ten will be fine. And please, have your wife make some bacon too.” Michael turned to Grace. “What do you want extra? Molly can make the best pancakes in the world and they’re so fluffy they need the blueberries in them to keep them on the plate.”

She looked at Wells. “I’m not a big fan of pancakes, but I’ll try hers.