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“Baby...” Ares whispers, and I tighten around him.
My nails rake over his skin, and I scream out his name.
“Fuck, Grace...” Ares’s lips capture mine, swallowing my moan as my vision goes black and my orgasm explodes.
A warm weight washes over me before he pulls out and paints my stomach with long ropey strands of his cum.
My name an almost silent benediction falling from his lips.
Ares gathers me in his arms and kisses the top of my hair.
As my eyes close, I become lost in his warmth and the restrained strength in his arms while I drift off to sleep. The wordminethe only sound I hear. But is it my voice or his?
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GRACE
Ipry my eyes open when the delicious smell of freshly brewed, dark-roast coffee demands I wake up and not one minute before. Ares and I have spent the last few days in bed. My body hurts in ways I never realized would be possible, and I’m a professional dancer. That’s saying something.
I throw on one of his t-shirts from the floor and rub my eyes, trying to clear the sleep as I wander into the living room to find Ares frying eggs in my kitchen. It’s possibly the least-used room in the entire flat because Lennon and I are both slightly better than a five-year-old with their first Easy Bake Oven when it comes to cooking. We’re much better at take-out and warming up leftovers.
But,oh my... If every day started with Ares Wilder standing in front of my stove in gray sweatpants and no shirt, I’d learn to appreciate the kitchen just a little bit more.
My mouth waters, but it’s no longer from the smell of coffee.
Well, maybe just a smidge.
I walk up to him, wrap my arms around his waist, and hum happily as he drops a kiss on my head. “Good morning,” I murmur against his chest.
“Mornin’, birthday girl.” He flips the eggs over in the pan, then slides them onto two plates. “You hungry?”
I nod because words fail me as I stare at everything that is the man in front of me.
Two more days, and then he has to go home.
Two more days until our happy bubble bursts and reality comes crashing back down.
Two more days until I give him back.
But for now, I smile and grab both plates, along with the little pile of toast, and take them over to the table, then turn and watch my own personal Greek god add cream to my coffee just the way I like it and carry both mugs over. “So... Jenkins messaged...”
“Jenkins...” Ares thinks about it for a minute. “The director?”
“Yup. He asked if I’d stop by the studio today to work on choreography for the audition next week.” I sip my coffee and enjoy the view because it is spectacular and rivals any I’ve ever seen. “Any chance you’d want to come watch? We could grab dinner after.”
Ares scoops me up and sits me down in his lap. “You telling me I get to watch you dance again?”
I slide one leg over his lap and straddle his strong thighs. “You don’t mind?”
He wraps one big hand around the back of my neck and digs his fingers into my tight muscles. “No, baby. I don’t mind. How about I show you just how much I don’t mind...”
My phone rings with my sister’s ringtone, and I jump up. “Shit. I didn’t call Evie.”
I run to grab it from the bedroom and wince when my foot screams in pain.Fuck.
“You just woke up,” Ares laughs behind me. “What the hell is she even doing awake?”
