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As we continue to kiss passionately, Grace suddenly drops to her knees without warning. My eyes widen as she looks up at me with those beautiful, innocent eyes, then begins to unzip my pants. There's no doubt in my mind what she's about to do.
"Grace...you don't have to—" I start, but she cuts me off with a sultry smirk.
"Duke, I want to," she declares before taking my dick into her mouth.
The sensation is indescribable, a mixture of pleasure and surprise coursing through my entire body.
She works her magic with an expertise I didn't expect, her tongue circling the head and eliciting moans from deep within my throat.
"Fuck, baby, this feels incredible," I groan, gripping her hair as she continues to suck me off. It's almost too much to handle, but I'm desperate to make this moment last just a little bit longer.
"Grace, I'm gonna—" I warn her, but she only doubles down on her efforts.
Before I know it, I'm coming in her mouth, my legs shaking with the force of my climax. My girl swallows every drop, a satisfied smile on her face as she stands back up.
"Your turn," she whispers seductively, her eyes filled with desire.
I push her back gently on the bed. "I can't get enough of you. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week.
And with that, I lose myself in the heat of our passion, claiming Grace as mine, body and soul.
The water stops running,and I reluctantly step out of the shower, realizing it's time to get ready for the Sunnyside Pizza grand opening.
A part of me aches for nothing more than to stay in bed with Grace, exploring each other's bodies for the rest of the day. But I know this is important to her, and I can't help but feel excited about it too.
Hell, I've never been to a restaurant opening before, and something tells me that knowing the Walkers, they'll pull out all the stops.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I walk over to the sink to brush my teeth. Grace stands beside me, applying her makeup with a precision that makes her look like an artist.
Watching her, I can't help but think how easily I could get used to living like this – sharing these small, intimate moments. It's never happened with anyone else, but with Grace, everything feels different.
"Hey," she says, catching me staring at her through the mirror. Her eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiles, making me grin too.
"Hey yourself," I reply, toothpaste foam bubbling at the corners of my mouth.
As I rinse my mouth, I marvel at how natural it feels to be here with her, and how much I want this to last. Life has thrown us together under strange circumstances, but there's no denying the connection we share. The thought of losing her makes my chest tighten, and I shake it off, trying to focus on the present moment.
Towel wrapped securely around my waist, I head over to my suitcase, rummaging through its contents. "What should I wear to a restaurant opening?" I call out to Grace.
Her laughter floats from the bathroom like music. "Whatever you want," she replies. "Based on the invitation, it seems pretty casual."
I nod, pulling out a black fitted t-shirt and dark jeans. The clothes are simple, but they suit me well.
"Hey, how do I look?" I ask jokingly as I walk back toward the bathroom. Grace turns to face me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Handsome," she says, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "Better than me, even."
I snort at that, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist from behind.
"I definitely don't look better than you, baby," I growl into her ear, and I mean every word.
She looks absolutely stunning, her tight jeans hugging her sexy curves in all the right places, complemented by a form-fitting white tank top bodysuit and black platform heels.
Grace's cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink, and she leans back into me, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed together. I take a moment to appreciate the way we fit so perfectly, wondering if this could be a glimpse into our future - sharing these small, intimate moments together.
As I rest my chin on her shoulder, I catch our reflection in the mirror, and I notice the corners of Grace's mouth turn downward.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
