Grace Anne

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. 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—f*ck.” 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 f*cking 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 she leaned up on her elbows to watch him.

“Marry me and give me children. Marry me so that I can be Trace’s mother. Please?”

He stood up and pulled her to him. “We’re going to find the closest hotel I can find then I’m going to finish what we started.”

He was out of the building dragging her behind him when he realized he didn’t have a coat and no wallet. He turned to stare down at her.

“I’m staying at the one just over there. If we hurry, we can cross the street now and be in my room before anyone knows you’re gone.”

Michael grinned at her suggestion. He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. He was nearly across the street when the light changed, but no one beeped at them. When a cabbie opened his door and stepped out of his taxi Michael wasn’t sure what to expect, but his clapping wasn’t anywhere near what he had anticipated. Then one by one everyone got out and started clapping until the first man started laughing.

“Can’t hold traffic up forever young man. Take the pretty lady inside and make her happy.”

Michael laughed. “Yes, sir,” he told him, and walked the rest of the way to the sidewalk. When he got there he dropped her back onto her feet and much to the happiness of everyone watching, he kissed her. “Grace, my dear, I accept.” He picked her up again and walked to the door. “But we need to do this soon. I want to help you model the next catalogue coming up and I want you large with my baby.”

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Michael took her into his arms when they reached the elevator. He was so hungry for her that he nearly took her on the floor. If the door hadn’t opened when it did, he wasn’t sure he might not have. She lead him down the hall and every few steps he would pull her back to him and taste another part of her; breasts, neck, ears, it didn’t matter. He had her now and he wasn’t letting her go. By the time they had her door opened and inside he had his belt undone and she had managed to get his top three buttons unbuttoned.

“Hurry,” she told him as she moved against him. “Michael, I need for you to take me. Please, you have to hurry.”

It was as if a peace came over him. He gentled his hands and held her to him. He was going to savor her, savor what they were about to do. This woman meant the world to him and he wanted her to know it right now. Pulling her from him, he looked down at her face. “I’m going to make love to you. Slowly. And I’m going to go at my pace. I want to make love to you to show you that I love you. Will you let me?” He knew that if she begged him again he’d be done, but she only nodded her head. “Go to the side of the bed. I want to undress you.”

She nodded again and did as he asked. He could see the pulse pounding at her throat. He could feel her breath on his face. She even smelled good, sexual need and her own special scent that nearly sent him over the edge. He ran his fingers down her arm and smiled when she shuddered.

“Michael, please don’t tease me. Please, make love to me.”

He looked at her face as he touched her. He grinned when she whimpered again. “Do you really want to have children? I spoke to Trace about it. He’s very excited about having younger siblings.” She moaned when he cupped her breast through her dress. “He seems to think you have the coolest family ever.”

“He’s been calling Cain and Alyssa. He even called—oh, Michael, please.” He leaned down and took her hard nipple into his mouth. She swallowed twice before she spoke again. “Sin, he called Sin to ask her where the best schools were.”

Dropping to his knees, he moved his hands up and down her thighs. She put her hand on his head either to steady her shaking legs or to try and guide him where she wanted him. Either way, he was taking his time.

“I want you to marry me as soon as possible. If you want to have a big wedding later; in fact, I’m sure between our two families they’ll insist on it; but you’re going to be my wife before then.” He lifted the skirt up to her panties. “I’m going to drink from you, love. Taste you until you come in my mouth.”

“Please,” she begged him. “I can’t take much more of this, Michael. You’re killing me.”

Sliding her panties from her wet sheath, he fit his finger inside of her. She shuddered against him, rocked hard onto his hand. Her fingers tightened in his hair. He knew the moment she started to come; her eyes fluttered closed and she trembled around him. Taking her p-ssy into his mouth, Michael drank.

She was sweet and spicy, warm and liquid. He moved his free hand to her ass and cupped her tighter to him. He felt her wetness running down his chin; her body convulsed around him and his cock leapt to take her. Reaching down to his fly, he undid his snap and eased his zipper down over his aching cock. He could feel his own pre-cum as he stroked it. When she came a third, then a fourth time, he gently laid her back on the bed and stood.

“Christ, you’re beautiful. I could easily spend my entire life looking at you.” His cock pulsed in his hand when she licked her lips. “I’m going to strip down, then I want you to do the same. Slowly, so that I can imagine what you’re going to take off next, what you’re going to show me.”

Michael peeled off his pants and his boxers at the same time. It wasn’t that he was trying to rush, but he was afraid if he tried to remove them one at a time he’d killed himself. When he stood before her naked he reached for his cock again and began to fist it. He was very close to coming, but desperately wanted to be buried deep within her first.

Telling her to stand, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He did try to be gentle, but she tasted like sex and he wanted a full meal. When he finally pulled back they were both panting. He rocked into her softness.

“Michael, I know that you want to take this slowly, but if you don’t take me now I’m going to resort to raping you.” She reached for his cock and the simple brush of her hand nearly sent him over the edge.

“Lie down. And don’t touch me. I promise you, I’ll take you, but please let me do this my way.” She nodded, but he wasn’t sure about the look in her eyes. “I love you.”

She laid down on the bed and he crawled up her body. When he was holding himself over her he looked down into her eyes. She looked hungry and he was ready to feed her.

He fisted his cock again and, while he watched her face, slowly entered her. She was slick and hot, her sheath tight and made for him. When he was nearly buried to the hilt, he settled himself over her body and raised her hands above her head with his own. She rocked up into him as he bore down into her welcoming heat.

“Michael, oh God, yes,” she screamed as she came. Lacing his fingers with hers he rocked slowly, watching her face for every nuance, every flicker of her lashes. Michael thought that he loved her before, but when she looked up at him and screamed out his name again and again he tumbled so far and so fast that he knew he’d found his home.

As she came again, he let himself go, filled her with his seed. He continued to rock deep within her even after he was spent. When he finally collapsed on top of her he closed his eyes and rolled to his back, taking her with him.

He was nearly asleep when she said his name. He stirred but didn’t move, answering her with a small sound. He smiled when she spoke with a yawn in her voice.

“I’ve been off the pill since I was taken. If this didn’t get me pregnant, would you mind much if we tried again tomorrow, just to be sure?” She yawned again. “I think we should practice this all the time.”

“Whatever you want, love. Whenever you need me.”