Grace Anne - By Kathi S. Barton Page 0,82
Trace and—”
“He’s in his office,” Trace said quickly. “He’s talking to…well, he’s probably yelling at my grandma again. He yells at everyone and he’s…he’s sending me to school next week.”
That pissed her off. She was out the door and striding to his office before she knew it. Not even bothering to knock, she walked into his office and threw back the door. He stood up just as she came around the side of his desk.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing sending him away? I’ll have you know what’s going on between us has nothing to do with him. You send him to a military school and I’ll…I’ll come here and punch you right in the balls.” He simply stared at her so she went on. “And if I hear that you’ve been mistreating your mother I’ll send my sister after you. She has it out for you already. The nerve of you telling her boss that you beat her on the—”
His mouth covered hers. His warmth and strength filled her. And as his arms encircled her she leaned into him. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she wound her fingers into his hair. When she felt the wall behind her she pulled back slightly to try and regain control of the conversation.
“No,” Michael breathed against her neck. “Not yet. I haven’t had enough of you yet. Not nearly enough.”
His hands seemed to be everywhere, cupping her breast and tugging at her nipple. He pulled her leg over his hip and lifted her higher. When she was ready to beg him to take her he suddenly stopped and stiffened. Before she could help it a whimper spilled from her mouth.
“Michael, do put the woman down. I do not want to watch you make love to her when we’re in the middle of an important conference call.”
Grace peeked over Michael’s shoulder at his mother.
“Hello, dear. Your timing could have been a little better, but come and sit down while we finish this deal. Are you still there, Arnold?”
Laughter greeted her query. “Yes. And what I wouldn’t give to be where you are right now. Christ, the stodgy Michael Cunningham forgetting business for a woman. She must be one hell of beauty to stop him in his tracks.”
“She is. Quite smart too if she finally shows up here to tell him she loves him and can’t live without him,” Joey said. “Do you, Grace? Do you love my little boy enough to come back here and forgive him? He’s been—”
“Mother, that’s enough. Arnold, if we could finish this up tomo—”
“What do you mean forgive him? Forgive him for what?” Grace looked from Joey to Michael. “Forgive you for what?”
“I shot your mother. It’s the real reason you sent me packing, isn’t it? I never thought of it at the time, but after I got home and read about it in the paper it occurred to me that you were mad at me because I’d shot your mother.” He pulled back from her, but didn’t turn around. She glanced down and saw that he was hard, straining against the fly of his pants. She looked back up at his face when he groaned. It took her several seconds to realize what he’d said.
“I don’t hate you for shooting my mother. Hell, I wish I could have done it myself. Where did you get a stupid idea like that?” She looked at the door as it opened to reveal Trace and Matt. “You did this.”
Michael turned then to look at the two of them. Matt flushed and Trace looked at anything but his dad. When Michael finally spoke she wanted to brain him all over again.
“You’re grounded, young man. And you.” He pointed at Matt. “You’re fired. What the fuck were you two thinking anyway?”
“Maybe we were hoping she’d come up here and light into you so that you could have some make-up sex and realize that you love her.” Trace’s face bloomed to a shade of red that Grace knew was burning. “I love her too, you know.”
Chapter 24
Michael stared at his son. He reached for Grace’s hand and held it as he moved back to his chair. His own son had done what he’d not been able to. He’d gotten her here. Pulling her into his lap, he was glad when she didn’t fight him.
“If you all will excuse us, I think Grace and I have something to say to each other. And please have my calls held until tomorrow.