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“Oh, baby, I can do that,”a Chesney said smugly and then he was pulling at her panties, stretching the material to the side in his desperation to get to her. Gracie sat up, pushing her panties down a little way until Chesney could get them out of the way completely and then his mouth was on her. Drinking in her wetness as his talented tongue licked at her.
Gracie let out a shriek at the sudden intensity, the heat of him and power of just his tongue.
There could be no more pretending that she wasn’t going mad with desire. She gasped, her thighs tightening, holding his head in place as he worshipped at her core.
Underneath her, the leather couch creaked rhythmically. It sounded obscene. Anyone within earshot would know exactly what they were doing. But there was nobody in earshot, and Gracie was too close to the edge to care anyway.
“Andy!” She yelled out, again and again, her body clamping down as her mind melted in orgasm. Her thighs clamped down around his head, holding him completely still.
Finally, Gracie unscrewed her eyes and let him move away.
Chesney was still fully dressed, his shirt mostly undone but still clinging to his shoulders. The couch was just wide enough for both of them as he lay down next to her. Gracie clung on to him, her muscles still shaking as he held onto her.
Chesney’s hand was stroking along her spine as she shivered. But Gracie’s mind could never be still for long.
“Why would someone want to rob you?”
His hand paused and then continued stroking again without answering her.
“And you were mugged last week.”
He huffed out a laugh, his breath fanning through her hair, tickling at her scalp. “You never stop, do you?”
“You’re not that surprised that there was someone here. You haven’t phoned the police.”
“It’s a busted lock, what could they do?”
Gracie pulled back to look at him with narrowing eyes. “You’ll need a police report for home insurance.”
“I need a locksmith.”
Gracie ducked her head back down, resting her cheek on Chesney's chest and mulling over what had just happened; Chesney's lack of reaction to the break-in, how her body couldn't be trusted when it came to him. It was like she had some instinct to trust him, even though the evidence pointed to him being up to no good.
Chesney took one of her hands and raised it up to his face to kiss the inside of her wrist, right on her pulse point.
“Your heart is racing,” he said. She didn’t need to sit up to know that he was smirking in a self-satisfied way. Gracie snorted and sat up, reaching for her panties. It was time to get dressed.
Chesney watched her silently until she had done up her pants.
“Greta.”
“Yeah?” she looked around, not sure where her other shoe had gotten to. Had she dropped the taser on the floor? That didn’t seem like something she’d do, but there it was on the floor!
“Do you work for Huang?”
Gracie’s attention snapped back to Chesney although her only visible reaction was a slight frown.
“Uh, obviously, he owns the company and he was the one that hired me.”
“Yeah,” Chesney stretched out on the sofa, sitting up on his elbows. “No. Did he hire you to spy on me?”
“Spy on you?”
A smile tugged at Gracie’s lips, he was making it sound like some kind of Cold War espionage.
“What? Why would you think that?”
“Just…He hired you at a really odd time…” Chesney tried to smile and failed. Gracie had spent so much time worrying about the morality of kissing a guy who didn’t know her name, but she saw now that he’d been suspicious of her right from the beginning.
