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Chapter 41
Cash
It’swrongwhatI’mdoing. Completely and utterly wrong. And yet I can’t stop myself. The need to see her when she speaks to him overwhelms every promise I’ve made. The only one I’m keeping right now is that I’m not having a drink, despite the fact that the liquor sitting on my office bar is calling to me.
Grace is lying in my bed, wrapped in her robe, twirling a piece of hair between her hands as she speaks on the phone.To him.
Fuck.
We were moments away from so much more. Hell, we were in it. Why the hell did I stop us? Why did I pick up the phone?
I feel nauseous watching her smile as they talk. I shouldn’t be watching her. I should turn off the video. It’s not as if she doesn’t know that I can see her. She knows I have access to every room from both my phone and my office.
But I was too much of a coward to watch her from my own apartment. Afraid to get caught. Afraid to stay in the same space as her. Even if there was ten thousand square feet to spread out in, it was too close.
Knowing she was talking to him, knowing they’d been intimate and that it was all my fault, guts me. If I had just listened, if I’d given her a second to talk rather than lashing out, Hayden wouldn’t even be a thought. She’d be mine and we’d be fucking happy.
Grace hangs up the phone and throws it across the bed. I watch her turn her head, as if she’s exasperated. I’m guessing Hayden isn’t happy she’s with me. I wouldn’t be happy if he were with her either. I lean my head back in my chair. Will she go looking for me? Do I want her to?
I need to get my head locked up. I turn back to the screen and my jaw locks.What the fuck is she doing?
Grace opens her robe, and her hand snakes down her smooth skin, slowly but with purpose. It burns every ounce of willpower I have as I sit in my office and watch her do this to herself inmybed. Her other hand moves to her nipple, and she pinches it as she continues the assault between her legs. Slow circles just as I know she likes it. My mouth waters as she spreads her legs farther apart. I want my lips right there. I want my tongue where her fingers swirl.
Her mouth opens, and I know she’s moaning. Her feet dig into the bed—my bed—and her hips buck against her hand. All restraint leaves my body and I hit the button to hear the sound. I’d felt wrong listening to her conversation with Hayden, but I feel nothing but turned on and in need of her moans now.
Her soft whimpers echo in my quiet office. My erection is steel in my pants. The fact that I’ve done nothing but watch up until this point should earn me some sort of medal. But when she cries out my name, my restraint snaps. “Oh, fuck, Cash…yes.”
Then her eyes turn up and she gives me a wicked smile. She’s looking directly into the camera. She winks and takes the hand that was on her nipple and sucks on it, staring at the camera for another second. “This is what I want Cash—you, only you,” and she dips her finger back to her swollen flesh, riding it until she’s crying out in ecstasy.
Watching her hips move, her body a soft glow on the camera, lit only by moonlight, the sheen between her legs, I unzip my pants and fist my cock. As I thrust into my hand, I imagine it’s her I’m feeling. Stroking back and forth, my hand tugs harder, but I keep my eyes on Grace. On her perfect curves, on the breasts I want to stain with my cum, on the mouth I want to possess. And with one last pull, I groan out Grace’s name.
Sitting there spent and slightly confused by the turn of events, I can’t help but laugh when she looks back at the camera and mouths, “Night, Whiskey.”
The next morning I’m awake before Grace, and I have to be in the office before she even walks out of the bedroom. As much as I wanted to go snuggle her last night, I went to the guest bedroom, sleeping better than I have in months knowing at the bare minimum Grace was in my bed. The fact that she came with my name on her tongue definitely didn’t hurt.
I chance a look down at the camera to see if Grace is still sleeping and find that she’s no longer in bed. Before I have the opportunity to switch to the kitchen, a knock on my door steals my attention.
Cat strides in without waiting for me to invite her, and she plops into the chair as if she owns the place.
“Welcome, Kit Cat, I wasn’t busy or anything,” I pan.
“Ha. You were staring at the camera like a creeper. Does Grace know you have cameras all over that place?”
If I was the type to turn red, now would be the time. But in all honesty, I’m not embarrassed to admit that I watch her. I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, she knows.” I smirk and Cat sticks her finger down her throat as if she’s gagging herself.
“God, I don’t even want to know.”
I laugh. “Yeah, you definitely don’t.”
“Okay, well, this has been lovely. I actually just popped in here to say hi before I go up and check on Grace. I’m going to see if she wants to get lunch. If that’s okay with you, of course.”
I raise my eyes in confusion. “Why would it matter to me?”
“You’re the one who’s watching her every move like a hawk. Just figured I’d check with you first.”
I laugh. “Grace is in complete control.” I clear my throat and adjust my tie. “Believe me.” The woman has me eating out of the palm of her hand. And as long as she agrees to stay put in my apartment and sleep in my bed, she can tell me to jump through whatever hoops she wants.
Cat smiles and then her face takes on a serious expression. “Have you guys talked at all about the baby?”
