Chapter 19

Leo

I’m entranced by the bounce of Grace’s tits as she moves on top of me. The diamond necklace I gave her sways between them. It’s a relief that she’s still wearing it, a sign that she’s mine.

I can’t believe how quickly she lowered herself onto me, forcing my dick into her.

When I first told her to go on top, I wasn’t sure she’d be able to do it. But here she is, riding me like I’ve never been ridden before.

Wrapped in her tight walls, my cock is a tingling mess, and I focus on making this moment last. For her, as well as me.

Letting go of her hips, I run my hands up her soft skin and lightly cup her heavy tits. Holding my hands steady, her tits move and bounce against them, her hard nipples poking into my palms.

Our eyes connect, and I hold her gaze as I thrust my hips underneath her. A current moves between us, and shudders pulse across my skin.

Grace’s eyelids start to flutter and her head falls backwards. Sliding my hand down the front of her body, I find her clit with my fingers. I roll and pinch it between my fingers, each movement forcing a moan from Grace’s lips.

She freezes, and collapses forward on to me. Her high-pitched squeal rings through the room as she orgasms.

I grip her hips and drive my cock through her spasming walls. My balls pull tight against me, full of tingling heat. I thrust again, and my dick shoots into the condom.

The shudder that had been coating my skin merge into one giant shudder that rolls over me, forcing a groan from my throat. I sink into the bed as I climax.

We lie, breathless, Grace’s body draped over mine. I stroke her hair and her back as we recover.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

Grace doesn’t answer right away. Her chest heaves, and she pushes herself up onto her elbows.

Looking into my eyes, she says, “I’m a lot better than okay.”

“Me too,” I say, and pull her head down and kiss her.

“I’m really glad you came here this morning.”

Fuck, she has no idea how glad I am that I came here this morning.

“I couldn’t leave things the way they were last night. You need to understand how much you mean to me,” I say.

“I think I do, now. I wish I hadn’t left last night. It was just Shawna, and the escorts… the situation wasn’t clear.”

“It was always clear to me, but I can see how it wasn’t for you.”

“Should we go back to your apartment now?”

“Actually, this is kind of fun. Let’s hang out here today.”

We fall into a silence, and I hold her tight against me.

After several minutes Grace says, “It’s kind of sore down there.” Her voice is quiet, bashful.

Hopefully it wasn’t too sore. Maybe we went too crazy for her first time.

“Stay here,” I say, rolling us over so that I’m on top of her.

I give her a quick kiss on her forehead and pull out. In the bathroom, I take two washcloths and soak them, one with warm water, one with cold.

Returning to Grace, I use the warm cloth to clean her pussy.

“Leave this one between your legs,” I say, laying the other cold cloth over her mound.

“Thank you.”

“Does it help?” I ask, getting back on the bed.

“Actually, it does.”

“Do you want anything? Ibuprofen?”

“No. Maybe.”

I call room service and order painkillers and breakfast. We lie in bed chatting until it arrives. When there is a knock at the door, I pull a robe on and answer it.

The uniformed man carries the tray with our breakfast to the dining table. I tip him generously and curse the fact that I have to go in search of my brother tomorrow. I’d much rather hole up with Grace at The Plaza for the foreseeable future.

But the sale opportunity with Sun Toys has a deadline. The only way I’m going to get George to agree to sell is if I see him in person.

“Baby, come get breakfast,” I say, standing in the bedroom doorway.

Grace stands, letting the cold cloth fall to the floor. She pulls on a fluffy robe and walks to me. I draw her against me and hold her in my arms for a moment. My body warms at her nearness and I fill my lungs with her scent.

This is where she belongs. With me.

We sit at the table and eat our feast. Bacon, eggs, toast, croissants and fruit followed by coffee and orange juice. Neither of us are particularly hungry, but we keep eating and keep talking.

“Unfortunately, I have to go find my brother tomorrow. I’m not even sure where in the world he is. Yesterday, I thought it was Australia, but I hear today that it might be India or Nepal,” I say, even more angry at George than I was before.

It’s like he’s determined to ruin my life so he can have fun with his.

“Already?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I guess you did only promise a weekend.”

“Baby, when I get done with my brother and sell my company, everything is going to be about you.”

“You’re going to sell your company?” she asks, her brow furrowed.

I nod my head, realizing I haven’t told her before. “I want out.”

“You’re serious?”

“One hundred percent. I’ve had enough. I want freedom to do what I want instead of having a sixty-hour-work-week job.”

“You don’t care about the prestige? Everyone in the industry worships you.”

“Prestige is overrated. I want to enjoy my life while I can.” And right now, I want to enjoy Grace, which both my brother and work are preventing me from doing.

Somehow breakfast turns into lunch, and lunch turns into dinner. We spend most of the day sitting at the dining table and cuddling on the sofa. The conversation flows easily, and the day is over far too quickly.

It’s late. We are on the sofa, Grace’s body tight against mine and my arms wrapped around her.

Like so many times today, my dick twitches, aching to get back inside her. But she’s still sore, so I content myself with her nearness.

Once again, I curse my fucking brother for pulling me away from her. I’d better find him fast so that I can get back and see Grace again. And fuck her.

“I had a great day,” Grace says as we climb into the bed. She’s only wearing a pair of panties and I flick my dick to get it under control.

“Me too,” I say, pulling her tight against me as we lie surrounded by throw pillows.

I drift into an easy, restful sleep. Something that hasn’t happened in recent memory. Normally, the stress keeps me awake at night, and when I do sleep, it’s fitful and full of nightmares.

***

The plane ride back to the West Coast is somber, neither of us knowing when we’ll see each other again. My hope is one week.

One week to convince my selfish brother to sell. My heart is heavy, knowing how difficult a task this is going to be.

“Home,” Grace says, unlocking her door.

“I wish I could stay, but I have to get on that stupid plane again and go God knows where to find my brother.”

“I know. I understand,” she says, giving me a weak smile.

“Don’t worry, you’re mine now. I’ll be back as fast as I can, and then you won’t be able to get rid of me.”

Pulling her tight, I close my mouth over hers in a deep kiss. My dick stiffens and my phone beeps. I break the kiss, and release Grace before I’m unable to stop.

“Have a good trip,” she says meekly.

I chuckle, thinking how it’s going to be the exact opposite of a good trip. Grace opens her door and closes it behind her.

Pulling out my phone, I read the message. It’s from the investigator I hired to track down my brother.

George is in Bhutan. Never heard of that country? Neither had I. Bring your hiking boots and forget about Wi-Fi.