Grace Anne - By Kathi S. Barton Page 0,83

Arnold.” The man answered and Michael grinned. “If we could take this up tomorrow, then I’m sure we can come to a mutual understanding.”

“Sure thing, buddy. Just don’t make it too early. I have a feeling my wife is going to be plenty happy to hear about this when you call.”

They all left his office and he sat still. He held Grace in his arms and felt the world settle around him. He was at peace for the first time since he’d pulled the trigger. Her speaking made him hold her tighter.

“She died today. Well, she killed herself.”

He didn’t need to ask who. He knew it was her mother.

“Guinnie told me that she’d drive her over the edge and I guess she succeeded.”

“How did it happen, honey? No one else was hurt, were they? I mean, she didn’t try to hurt anyone and they had to shoot her?” Christ, he hoped no one else had been hurt by this woman.

“She choked herself to death by eating a book. I didn’t even know she liked to read, but they said she’d asked for a few books she’d read to us as a child.” She pulled back to look at him. “Doctor Seuss books, as a matter of fact. Mother had never read to us before, Guinnie had.”

He pulled her back into his arms. “I love you, Grace. More than ever, I love you. Please tell me that you love me too.”

She was quiet for a few minutes. She pulled back this time and looked up at him before she leaned in and kissed him. The touch of her mouth against his was soft and hungry at the same time, warm and sensual too. When she slid her tongue along the seam of his mouth, he opened under her gentle assault.

Turning her in his lap, she straddled him. Cupping her ass, he pulled her to his cock and moaned when she arched her back, seemingly offering him her breast. Taking one of them into his mouth Michael nipped hard and ran his hands up and under the short skirt of the dress she had on. Encountering her warm, bare flesh nearly had him tossing her onto the desk and taking her. Instead, he lifted her as he stood. Striding toward the conference table, he laid her over it as he stepped back.

“I need to be inside of you now. Then I want to take you home with me and make love to you—fuck.” He rubbed his hands up her thighs as he remembered he didn’t have a house anymore.

“Michael? What is it?” She sat up and stared at him through her hooded eyes. “Do you want me to go home?”

“No. Christ, no. I don’t have a house. I sold it. Well, Trace and I sold it. And it’s too far to take you to the one I just bought.” He tried to think, but she kept distracting him. “Baby, you keep that up and I won’t be able to think at all.”

She opened her legs wider then ran her foot up his cock. Back and forth she went until he had to lean on the table and hold on. She was slowly killing him. When she pulled the small top up and over her breast, Michael’s cock jumped.

“Grace,” he moaned. “You’re going to make me come if you keep this up. And I’m not sure how long I’m going to last once I get you naked anyway.”

“Where’s your house, Michael? Why is it so far away?” Her voice was a purr and he felt it as it moved over him like a touch. “I suddenly find myself in need of your big bed.”

“I was coming…Christ, Grace, that fucking feels good.” Her toes caressed him and he had to take several breaths before he could continue. “I was coming to Ohio to live there with Trace. We were going to wear you down until you took us back. Take off your panties for me.”

He moaned when she reached down, pulled her dress to her hips and over them, and ran her fingers over the top of her mound. She was soaking wet. He could almost taste her honey and her scent was making him wild with need.

Dropping to his knees, he buried his nose in her heat. She moaned when he pulled her closer to the edge of the table. He had to have a taste. And he wasn’t stopping until he had his fill.

“Marry me, Michael. Please?”

He looked up at her as