I nod, gritting my teeth so I don’t accidentally say something I’ll regret. “Of course. I’ll see you at dinner, then.”
I try to lean in to kiss her, but she sidesteps me, giving me a shaky smile before turning and hurrying to the elevator. “See you later, Mr. Graves!”
The elevator doors close, leaving me standing there frozen, my chest squeezing with a foreign emotion. I don't like it. Instead of going to my room, I head straight to the bar, needing a drink to take away this terrible feeling making my eyes burn.
I sit at the table with all the other employees, glowering at the blond man sitting across from me.Corey Pembrookis sitting right next to Grace, leaning in to whisper something in her ear, and it’s driving me mad.
She’s uncomfortable. I can tell. Even though she smiles politely, she doesn’t appreciate his attention—and I don’t knowwhyshe’s playing along. Is it to make me jealous? Is it because Corey makes her nervous, and she doesn’t want to rock the boat?
I grip my fork tight, fighting the urge to lunge across the table and shove it through Corey’s eye. Howdarehe make Grace uncomfortable?MyGrace. My angel. Howdare he?
I narrow my eyes, making a promise then and there.Corey will die. I will make sure it is as painful as possible.
But not now. Not while there are witnesses. Certainly not somewhere Grace could be called into question, or put in the middle of it.
I manage to calm myself, and a few minutes later, Grace excuses herself from the table, her heels clacking against the floor as she makes her way to the restroom. I watch her go, wait aminute, then excuse myself as well. Only, I don't go to the men’s side—I enter the same door Grace went through.
After making sure there’s no one else inside, I lock the door behind me, then walk over to where Grace is washing her hands.
Her eyes widen in shock as she gazes at me through the mirror, her lips parting in a silent gasp. “Archer! What are you doing?”
“I had to see you.” I step up behind her and fold my arms around her middle. “I had to touch you. It was killing me, looking at you and knowing I couldn’t. Knowing whathewas thinking while he was looking at you.”
“Who? Corey?”
I let out an animalistic snarl, my hand reaching up to grip the hair at the back of her head. “Don’t fucking say his name. The only one that should be on your tongue ismine.”
I turn her head and crash my mouth to hers, and she melts in my arms. A small moan pushes past her lips, and my balls tighten with an unrelenting need for her. To taste, to touch, to fuck.
“I need to be inside you,” I groan, yanking the hem of her dress up her hip. “I need to feel you, angel.”
I move from her mouth, kissing down her jaw and neck, stopping at her pulse point to give her a gentle nip. She gasps, arching her back and pressing her glorious breasts into my palms.
She tilts her head back with a moan, exposing her throat as I slide my hand up and wrap it around her slender neck. My thumb and middle finger press lightly on her pulse points, and Grace lets out a small gasp, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Flipping her around to face me, I grab her thigh, hoisting it up and around my hip. To my utter surprise and glee, I discover Grace isn’t wearing any panties under her sundress.
I jerk forward, rubbing my hard length against her center, with nothing but a thin layer of fabric separating us. “Fuck.” I lower my mouth to her ear. “I need you, angel.”
“Then take me.” Her face is flushed, eyes unfocused. “Fuck me, Archer.”
I groan, my body shuddering as I work my cock out of my pants, dragging the head up her slicked center. Still fisting my cock, I slide my free arm under her ass, hoisting her off the floor and wrapping her thighs around my waist, centering her right above my cock.
Grace gasps, her eyes wide as I lower her onto me, sliding into her dripping cunt slowly, torturously. Her head tips back in a shattered moan as I hit the back of her walls, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to come right here and now.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, her eyes rolling. “Fuck, you’re huge.”
“You’reperfect,” I groan, moving inside her. Her muscles spasm, clenching around my cock, and my abdomen ripples as I try to control myself. “God, you take me so well. This pussy was made for me.”
I lower my head to her shoulder, biting her and prompting her to cry out. I use the wall for leverage as I increase my pace, fucking her without abandon. My thrusts come faster and harder, and Grace has to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from alerting the entire restaurant.
“Come for me.”
I slam into the deepest part of her, pressing my finger against the tight ring of muscle of her back hole, and she comes with a muffled scream.Her walls clench around my cock, and I come undone, following Grace into oblivion. I pump my release inside her, filling her womb, my muscles shuddering as wave after wave of cum flows from my cock.
After a few minutes, I slump forward, wrapping myself around Grace’s limp body. Still hard, I hold Grace to me, peppering her neck and face with tiny, spark-filled kisses.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper through labored breaths. “So fucking perfect.”
