Grace

What just happened? I mean, I know what just happened, but sweet baby Jesus, I've never had it like that. I knew it would be good with Keir, because sometimes you just know, but what he did to me...I am ruined. Completely, and utterly ruined. Not just for other men, but for sex in general. He's set the bar high, and I have no doubt he's going to meet it every time we're together.

"That was exceptional."

I have to smile at his big words. "You know I'm going to expect it to be at least that good every time now, don't you?"

"I don't see a problem with that. Any requests?"

I turn around, so I can kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. "More kissing next time. Oh, and I want to ride that delicious cock of yours."

"Delicious, huh? You haven't even tasted it."

"I stand by my description, and don't you worry, it's going to be down my throat before this night is over."

"I'm trying to be good, but when you say things like that, I just want to eat you again while you suck me off."

He can't say something like that, and not expect it to happen. I push him until he's standing, and lead him to my big, soft couch. He lets me push him onto his back, and climb over him, before grabbing my hips, and pulling me down. I lick him up and down while he sucks my clit into his mouth. He lets me tease him for about a minute, before smacking my ass. With a laugh, I suck him in as far as possible.

My hand pumps the base of his cock while I suck, and he licks. My breasts are rubbing against his abs, which contract as I move over him. His fingers enter me again, and I buck against his face. I'm going to come first if he keeps this up, and that's not part of my plan, so I reach down and play with his balls, rolling them over and over.

He thrusts up into my mouth, and I keep doing everything I'm doing, until he roars against me as he comes down my throat. I'm smug, until he picks me up and throws me on the couch under him, eating me like he's starved for me. He stands, and pulls me up with him, and it's all I can do to hold onto the couch as I come so hard, I nearly black out.

"You're going to kill me," I whisper, my voice hoarse.

"We're going out together then, because damn woman."

"I need a little break," I admit, because multiple orgasms is not the norm for me. Not in a week, and definitely not in less than an hour.

"Bath time, then. Lead me to your tub."

"Give me a minute to get my legs back."

Instead of waiting, he scoops me up into his arms, before reaching down to grab the Lush bag from the coffee table. "Where?"

"I was planning on upstairs, but since you're carrying me, we can use the guest room."

"Upstairs, it is."

I bury my face in his shoulder, so he won't see my blush. The mix of the sweet and sexy is almost too much to take. I am falling for the man carrying me up my stairs, and there's nothing I can do to stop it from happening.

He sets me on the counter while he takes out a Bubble Bar, and fills my large tub. After testing, the water, he lifts me up again, and places me in the warm water. I sit forward so he can slide in behind me, and lean back into his solid chest.

"I could get used to this."

"I hope so."

We soak, and cuddle, kissing frequently. At one point, I doze off, and I'm not sure how long I sleep for, but Keir's lips are on my when I wake up, and he tells me we should get out now. I let him dry me off, and carry me to my bed, where we cuddle some more. This time, I do more than doze, falling into a deep sleep.

When I wake up, I see it's only eight, so it was only a short nap. I'm alone, and my heart races a little, thinking Keir left. I pull a nightgown off the pile on my comfy chair, and walk downstairs. Stopping at the sight before me, I cover my mouth, trying to hold back a sob.

Keir turns, his phone at his ear, and smiles at me. He's cleared our plates from the table, and is finishing up the dishes for me. His smile drops when he sees I'm about to lose it.

"Hold on a sec, Con." Placing the phone on mute, he walks over to me. "What's wrong?"

"I thought you left, but you were cleaning my kitchen, and you didn't have to."

"I couldn't leave the mess, and I needed to call the boys before they go to sleep."

"Oh. Of course."

He takes my face in his free hand, and looks me in the eye. "I would never leave while you were sleeping unless we'd discussed it beforehand."

"Okay."

"We're good?"

"We're better than good."

He kisses me on the forehead, and resumes his call. "Sorry. Grace just woke up from her nap, and I had to say hello." He pauses to listen, before smiling. "Yes, adults like naps too, and yes, you can say hi to her."

I walk over and take the phone from him, talking to first Connor, and then Trevor. Keir gets back on after a few minutes, and tells them goodnight before hanging up. He tosses the phone on the counter, and places his hands on either side of me, caging me in.

"I know you're supposed to ride me next, but all I can think about is taking you right here and now."

"I'll have plenty of time to ride you later."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

His jeans were already unbuttoned, so I unzip them, and push them down far enough for his cock to come out and play. He picks me up again, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he guides himself inside of me again. My ass is on the island, and he's taking me hard and rough once again. I love it. All of it. The sweet dad, the man who respects my mind, and the lover who knows my body better than I do after only a few hours. I'm in trouble here, but I don't mind it one bit.

Keir

The past few days have been like a dream. I woke up wrapped around Grace on Sunday morning, and we spent several hours trying out various pieces of furniture in her apartment. I left late in the afternoon to pick up the boys from Sierra and Joel's place. They were bummed that Grace wasn't with me, but I told them she'd come by for dinner this week.

Today is the shoot for the hotel, and I get there early in the morning after dropping the boys at C&C. The daycare will drop Trevor at school, and pick him up later, giving me all day to get this job done.

If I didn't already know how much money Miles is investing in this project, I'd know it now as I walk through the building. Instead of having to move lights and people around, there is a setup in every room, complete with hired assistants who will set up the camera in every area to the specifications I emailed, and take test shots. It's crazy, over-the-top, and pretty cool.

Every camera here is a duplicate of my favorite one, but I still brought my own with me. I'll take pics with the ones they have for me, but I'll also take mine from room to room for some shots too. I take it out in the lobby, dropping my bag in a corner.

I've walked around, catching different details and angles with my camera, when I feel Grace enter the room. I know when she's anywhere I am, but I don't stop working. Not only because she wants us to keep things quiet around work, but also because I'm a professional, and I wouldn't stop a shoot to greet someone.

Once I've gotten enough shots with my camera to get me in the groove, I swap it for the one the assistant has ready for me. This pattern continues through every room on the first floor. As I finish a room, the crew breaks it down, and heads to a higher floor to set up in each type of guest room.

We take a break between floors, enjoying lunch from the catered buffet the hotel kitchen made for us. It gives them a chance to try out their menu, and we get some damn good food. After filling my plate, I take a seat with the hotel management staff, and Grace.

"The photos look amazing," she tells me, a note of surprise in her voice.

"I'm glad you like them."

Maybe my tone is a little snide, but she hired me based off my work, so she should know I don’t suck. Her face hardens into boss mode, though, and I brace myself.

"Is there a problem, Keir?"

"I'm just wondering why you hired me if you didn't think I'd do a good job."

Her face softens, and she smiles. "I knew you'd do a great job, but the photos are beyond great, and I'm impressed. I'm sorry I made it seem like I wasn't expecting your best."

"Thanks. I shouldn't be so touchy, but I want to do quality work that will help sell this place to the masses."

"I have no doubt you're doing just that."

"I'm really sorry I snapped. That was unprofessional, and I hope you won't hold it against me."

"I appreciate the apology, but I don't hold a grudge unless it's for behavior that happens continually. I understand this is your first job of this type for us, and you're a little stressed, so just don't make it a habit, and we'll be good."

"I won't. Thanks for understanding."

The men and women sitting with us look relieved to see us avoiding a fight, and I'm relieved to know we're good as well. This job has me so stressed out, because it's my first big one for C&C, but I know better than to engage with my boss in a combative way. Especially when that boss is also someone I was planning on asking to officially be my girlfriend tonight.

The rest of the day goes as smoothly as the first, and I'm happy with the pictures when I look them over at each setting. I still have editing to do, and a presentation for Miles and Grace to put together, but I'm excited by the feedback everyone's given me today. Candi told me to own this job, so they'd hire me for more, and I know I did just that today.

Later that night, I open the door to Grace, wearing another of the maxi dresses she favors when she's off work. This one has an off the shoulder neckline, and a gathered waist. I know she's wearing a bra and panties this time, because we're with the boys tonight, and my dick sighs a little in frustration.

"Hi," I tell her, kissing her once the boys have greeted her with their own hugs and kisses.

"Hi."

I lean in to whisper in her ear as I hold her in my arms. "I want to tell you again how sorry I am for being rude today."

"And I'll tell you again that I understand, and it's okay."

"I promise it won't happen again."

"I believe you."

"Are you asking her, Daddy?" Connor wants to know. I love my kid, but right now I want to lock him in a closet.

"Asking me what?"

I rub the back of my neck, and blow out a breath. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Maybe," she says, her eyes sparkling, because she knows I'm on the spot here.

"Please, Grace," Trevor implores.

"Yeah, please," Connor adds.

She steps back from me to look at all of us. "I don't think I've ever had a whole group ask me at once."

"I was going to ask you later, when we were alone."

"I'm sure."

"Welcome to my life."

"I love your life, and I'd love to be your girlfriend."

"You're sure? I don't want a yes, just because the boys are pressuring you."

"I'm sure."

"Now can we eat?" Connor asks.

"Yes," I tell him with a laugh, taking Grace's hand in mine.

Tonight is pizza, because I don't want Grace thinking she has to cook every time she comes over. It's a good night, filled with laughter, and I know in my bones she belongs here with us. She helps me put them to bed later, and makes out a little with me on the couch, but she leaves before midnight. We've both agreed we want the timing to be right for her to sleep over with the kids here, and it's not tonight. Soon, but not now.