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Chuckling, I carefully withdraw from her leggings and suck her sweet juices off my fingers.
“I believe that was your first orgasm,” I say with a smile, lifting up the hem of my tee-shirt and nonchalantly wiping the rest of Grace’s essence into my bare stomach.
“I heard they were good but didn’t know they were that good.”
“Careful, you’re about to give me a big head.”
“Hmm? You say you want me to give you head?”
Fuck me. “No,” I say. “Not now, anyway. I don’t think you have your wits about you, sweetheart.”
She pouts. “So, back to the grindstone, I guess.”
The throb in my drawers says there’s not a chance in hell that’s happening.
Chapter
Grace
“I have a better idea,” Buck says.
Things go a little blurry. The edges of my world soften. I register the sight of this man licking his fingers clean, then wiping his hand on his stomach, and then my brain buffers. Did he just…and then he…holy shit, I think it’s more than what my brain can take.
Still high on endorphins, all I know is Buck has his hand on my lower back and is guiding me across the yard to his truck.
“But…work?”
“I’m your boss, and I’m giving you the day off.”
“But I just started!” The protest comes out as an uncharacteristic giggle.
My boss doesn’t reply but practically picks me up and sets me in the passenger seat because I’m moving too slowly.
“Did anyone ever tell you you are obsessed with work?” Buck asks as he clicks my seat belt in place.
“Literally no one,” I say, pointing to myself with both thumbs. “Disappointing daughter with an art history degree, remember?”
“Hmm,” he grumbles, then carefully shuts the door.
He says nothing as we drive across town, his jaw ticking the entire way. He holds my hand tightly.
“Is something wrong, Buck? Where are you taking me?”
“To your place,” he says.
I am concerned because we passed my house about a mile back. And actually, we’re headed over the river into Gold Hill.
“Again, where are we going? Why are you taking me to Gold Hill? I’m from Fate; am I even allowed here?”
But he doesn’t answer any of the dozen questions I throw out there.
Strangely, I trust him, though. Perhaps I shouldn’t, but the truth is, that orgasm did something to my brain. I don’t want to be anywhere where he is not. I feel safe and secure riding next to him.
Soon, the truck pulls into the driveway of a massive 1990s brick house in one of the nicer neighborhoods in Gold Hill. “Where are we? Why did you tell me we were going to my house?”
“Because it’s my house. You live with me now.”
Okay, what the fuck?
