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“So, the point of me gathering listings is?”
“To give her hope. Everyone needs a little of that.”
“Right. I’ll get on it right away.”
“She’s also going to be allowed to walk around the house and the grounds. Make sure the gatehouse is aware to check for her each time the gate is opened. She’s made it clear she’ll leave the first chance she gets.”
“I know you live for the danger, boss, but I have a feeling this one is going to be the death of you,” he warns.
I smirk. “I do hope so, Maxim.”
I find Grace sitting on the bed in her room. She’s freshly showered in just a robe with her wet hair wrapped in a towel. “Are you ready for a tour?” I ask. The door was unlocked, but I’d asked her to wait for me to return. I’m pleased she listened.
“I’ll get dressed,” she says, getting up from the bed.
“No need.” She removes the towel from her hair and ties the cord to her robe tighter before following me out the room.
I move along the hall. “My room,” I tell her, pointing to the door. I avoid Lara’s room. She’s already seen it, and I don’t feel it needs an explanation, but as we pass, I say, “That room is completely out of bounds. No matter what.”
“It’s unhealthy keeping it as a shrine,” she mutters, and I ignore her.
We go up the next flight of stairs. “The staff sleep along here,” I say, not bothering to walk the hall. “Maria and Maxim have permanent rooms here. The rest are rooms for whoever is on shift.”
Next, we go down to the ground floor. “Kitchen, living room, library, and my office. I don’t like anyone in my office unless I say so. And always knock before coming in.”
“In case I catch you doing something you shouldn’t be?”
“It’s respect,” I tell her. “And you will respect me at all times, especially when the staff are around. I’d hate to have to make an example of you.”
She goes towards the library, which is unlocked, and heads inside. I follow, watching as she takes in the shelves full of books. “All this time I’ve been here, you could’ve given me a book to read.”
“Help yourself.”
“When will we start?” she asks, running her fingers over a row of books.
I eye her rounded backside and my cock twitches. She glances back over her shoulder and the sexy look she gives me makes up my mind. I move fast, going up behind her and pulling her against me. I bury my face in her neck and inhale the scent of fresh pears and vanilla. “How about now?”
She unwraps herself from my grip. “This is a transaction,” she states. “Forget the touching and nuzzling.” She lifts her robe, exposing her lower half. “It’s just sex, right?”
I frown. Put like that and it seems so much less sexy than it did in my head. I release my cock and rub it a few times. It’s already losing interest and deflates, so I stuff it back in my trousers. “Maybe later.”
She smirks. “I’m just sticking to the rules, Ivan.”
I don’t bother to answer, leaving and heading back to my office.
The rest of the week continues the same. The second I get near her, my cock goes soft.
By Saturday, I’m agitated and stressed. Maria makes dinner, and I invite Grace to join me in the dining room, hoping that will help the situation, because if I can’t get it up to carry out my plan, her time here will be a lot shorter. And when I find her sitting at the dining room table in a silk robe, I wonder if she’s come to the same conclusion.
I take my seat and notice she’s gone to the trouble of applying makeup. A red lace bra is peeking out of the silk robe, and my cock becomes more interested. “I thought maybe I should make an effort,” she says, sipping her red wine. “Because we never really discussed what would happen to me if I don’t get pregnant.”
“I’m guessing by the effort you’ve put in, you know it’s not good.”
We eat in silence. She’s learning to abide by my rules, which relaxes me some more. Once dinner is over, Maria clears the plates and I stand. Grace doesn’t follow. “Actually, I thought we could try something.” I arch a brow, waiting for her to explain. “Just trust me.” She stands and gently pushes me to sit back in the chair. She stands before me, her legs apart, either side of my own. She slips the silk robe down her arms and allows it to pool at her feet while I take in the matching red lace underwear. She looks good.
She rests her hands on my thighs and leans close, nuzzling her nose against my throat. I automatically inhale and close my eyes as a new scent hits my senses. It’s warm and soft, reminding me of summer nights and slow music. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle and my cock strains.
She slowly moves around me, trailing her fingers over my chest and across my shoulder until she’s behind me. She rubs my shoulders, and I allow my head to fall back while she works her fingers into my tense muscles. After a few minutes, she moves back to my front, lowering to her knees and placing her hands on my belt, looking at me for permission. I nod once, and she snaps it open, pulling it through the loops and discarding it. Seconds later, she’s pulling my erection free from my trousers. She stands and shimmies from her knickers, then holds onto my shoulders and sits facing me. Taking my cock, she guides it towards her opening, sinking down onto me and throwing her head back.
