Grace (The ‘Hello’ series)

17. Chapter 17

seventeen

Daniel

H er honesty cuts me deep, and I’m hesitant. It’s stupid to feel that way after being so direct with her, but she makes it so easy to out how I feel. I knew what I wanted, and being with her only makes me want her more. But when she stares at me with her big eyes, her cheeks a flaming red, I’m afraid I’ll hurt her, hurt her kind soul by dragging up every dark mark on my past.

She’s reviving a part of me, a hopeful, lustful, nearly optimistic side of me I thought was dead. I know I can’t let her go, not until I give her everything I have, teach her all I know, and really give the chemistry we have a chance.

But when Grace brings up my past indiscretion… I want to distract her, want to guide her away from that version of me. The fling didn’t mean anything. It was a step in the wrong direction out of spite. It tears open a wound I want to forget about, an indiscretion, a play that has cost me more than I ever intended—half of all my assets, to be exact—because I should’ve never underestimated my ex-wife and her tricks.

There’s nothing I can change about the past, but I can choose not to tell her. I don’t have to and don’t want to share that part of myself. At least not yet, because I fear if I do, she’ll run. And I can’t let that happen, not after I tasted her, touched her, and got a glimpse of what we can have.

I need more of Grace before I can let her go. If I can let her go.

And I’ll have everything, if she’ll let me.

The idea of having her work in my office might be the best and worse decision. I adore watching her work, watching her squirm under my stare and excel when she’s not aware I’m paying attention. She’s competent, notices things few others do, and puts her all into every task. She’s an exemplary employee, but I’m not getting anything done. Every call is static, and all I do his hum, not paying attention as my fingers itch to touch her, have her again.

To make Grace a tad more comfortable with having her desk in my office, I left the door open, showing everyone there’s nothing to see. Honestly, I don’t care what they think, and if they ever make her feel uncomfortable, she will never see them again. I’ll make sure of that.

The sun moves behind the skyline, casting a soft orange hue in my office, and the floor slowly empties. Grace’s chair moves as she pushes it back and gets to her feet. Her gaze is still fixed on her screen and her fingers don’t leave the keyboard.

“Darling,” I call out, and her body goes rigid. Her throat moves as she swallows, and my dick twitches in my pants.

“Y–Yes… Daniel?” she breathes and catches my stare.

“I want to watch you when you touch yourself. Can you do that for me?” I ask, knowing I’m pushing her limits, but I want her to become more daring… for me, just for me.

“Here?” she asks quietly while glancing around. Only now does she seem to realize that everyone else is leaving. She gets so wrapped up in every task.

My lips tug into a slight smile. “Don’t you think we deserve a reward for our hard work today?”

Her fingers hover over her desk as her gaze shifts to the open door and back.

“Close it if you want,” I tease and watch as she carefully straightens herself, the wheels in her head working overtime as a blush shows on her cheeks. “Or we can keep it open. I won’t mind if someone sees that you want my touch,” I muse, and she gulps.

“You want that?” she asks, catching me off guard as she stalks to the door. “You want people to see us?”

“I want them to know that I am the only man allowed to touch you,” I start and push my chair back to get on my feet. “That I am the only man you let touch you.” A soft sigh leaves my body as I slide my suit jacket off my shoulders. “You are the one in charge. You decide when I’m allowed to have you.”

She stares at me. “I’m in charge?”

I close the distance as she pushes the door shut.

“I’m only here to reward and pleasure you, when you let me,” I whisper, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.

“And now you want to… watch me?” Her voice trembles slightly.

“Well, I did say I would teach you,” I say, my fingers grazing over her jaw, down to her collarbone.

“Okay,” she breathes, and my eyes snap to hers, my cock straining my pants as it begs to be touched by her.

“What do you need?” I ask as she lingers.

“Talk to me.” She swallows and nibbles her bottom lip. “Sir.”

A shivering breath echoes between us. I know just want she means. As much as I like her giving me the lead, it’s a tease.

My voice drops to a low growl. “Oh, darling. You’re killing me.”

My fingers leave her heated skin as I step back. “Take off your clothes and lie on my desk,” I say and walk backward, not caring to watch where I’m going. I want to watch every piece of fabric glide off her skin.

Without missing a beat, I put away my papers and keyboard, making the room needed, and pat the wooden surface as she shimmies out of her loose-fitted skirt. She steps out of the fabric bundled around her heels. Her light green panties stand out against her pale skin, and my mouth waters. Her hands hook under her white linen shirt, then she lifts it, the slight tremor in her hands impossible to miss. But as her lacy bra reveals itself, I’m the one shaking.

I’ve never seen her like this, so bare and vulnerable. Her eyes flick to me quickly, as if she’s checking whether I’m watching, then she looks away. Grace’s face goes as red as her hair as her breathing quickens. My heart races. My body burns with need. It’s taking every ounce of restraint to stay right here as I watch her strip for me.

Her top drops to the ground beside her skirt, and she stands there in nothing but her bra and panties, gorgeous, perfect, and mine. Her eyes are trained on the ground with every step forward, and I can’t stop my own pleased smile as I realize she’s keeping on her heels.

I fall in my chair as my beating heart echoes in my ears. My hands grip the armrest as I try to keep myself from touching her. Watching her is a tease. She’s so innocent, but so effortlessly sexy that not touching her feels like a sin. Her fingers trail over my desk, and with a slight jump, she sits on it and edges back.

“Very good,” I praise, my voice steady and clear. “Take off your panties, darling.”

Grace pauses, her hands still on my desk. I inch closer to her and peel my tight fingers from the arm rests. I then hook them into the sides of her panties and glide the silky fabric down her thighs. She lifts her bottom, and her green underwear slide down over her bare legs.

With one hand, I hold her right ankle and move the panties around before I do the same to the left. Undressing her is a fucking gift, and the only reason I didn’t take off her work clothes is because I don’t trust myself not to tear them off her altogether. But her panties are a prize just for me. I roll the green silk in my hand and tuck it in my pocket.

As I move back, I catch a glimpse of her glistering pussy and I wet my lips. I can almost taste her again.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Look at me.” Slowly, her eyes lift and meet mine. They’re dilated, needy, but nervous. I gently run my fingers over her ankle. “Do you still want to do this?”

“Yes, Sir,” she rasps, her voice low and trembling.

“Show me how much. Part your legs for me, darling,” I whisper, and she does so without question.

“Stunning,” I breathe. “Show me how you touch yourself, pleasure yourself,” I say and lean back.

“O–Okay,” she says, her voice shaky and labored. His hand trails over her belly, down over her mound. Her fingers linger just above her clit. With a sharp exhale, she dips lower.

“Do you feel how wet you are?” I ask, unable to tear my eyes way from her.

“Y–Yes,” she says.

“Good. Keep going. You’re doing so well, Grace,” I breathe. “Tell me how it feels when you slide your finger into your sweet pussy.”

She shifts slightly, just before one finger thrusts inside her. I love watching it disappear into her, love that she’s willing to show me this and share this moment with me. Her little whimper as she fights the urge to close her legs has me starving for her.

“Tell me,” I say again, and my cock pulses.

“Tight,” she whispers and moves carefully, gliding her finger out and in, slowly.

“Good, good girl,” I praise and lean in closer. “Tell me more.”

“Wet and… and warm and…” She takes a sharp breath. “Daniel, you… are you sure you want to watch? You could—”

“I want to teach you how to enjoy yourself, Grace. You deserve all the pleasure you can have. Now, add another finger,” I say and pull on my pants as my hard cock rubs against my slacks uncomfortably.

Her movement halts, and she pulls out just enough to add another finger and thrust back inside her pussy. The view is perfect, watching her wet fingers slide deeper inside her, seeing her belly tighten. Nothing can compare. A small moan breaks from her lips and lures my eyes up to hers.

Grace’s cheeks are a deep red, and her chest rises and falls rapidly, her hard nipples pebbling against her bra as she stares down at me. My petite red goddess.

“I want you to do it,” she mumbles.

Oh, I want to… very, very badly… “Darling, I don’t think I’d be able to… that I could stop.”

Her lips part. “But I don’t know…”

“What do you need from me? Tell me and you’ll have it.”

She hesitates a moment, as if really considering the offer along with my determination to keep my hands off her, and then her voice comes out in a low whisper. “Join me. Touch yourself.”

Yes, my fiery goddess will be the one I lose my control with as she asks me to bare myself to her. I get off on her pleasure, on her consent. That game has always been enough. No one dared to ask me to show more.

But she isn’t just anyone.

“Okay,” I say and recline back in my chair.

I fumble with my belt, and her eyes drop to my hands. Loosening the belt and opening my pants, I reach in and grip my hard cock to pull it out of my boxers while my gaze stays on her face. I watch her as she takes a sharp breath at the sight of my cock, watch as she gulps when I stroke it. Her lusty doe eyes focus on my hand tightening around the base.

“Curve your fingers. Thrust against that sweet spot inside you, darling,” I order.

As I hear her pick up her pace with her finger, hear her wetness, I pump harder. I match her measured pace, and a throaty groan breaks from me in response to the moan that spills from her lips.

“How does that feel?” I ask as my eyes flicker to her thrusting, wet fingers.

“Good,” she moans.

“Do you want more, darling?” I ask. She makes control impossible, and I’m an idiot for thinking I could hold out on her.

“Y–Yes,” she moans, and I crawl closer.

I turn my chair away from the desk and twist my upper body to her as my hand pumps slower, desperate for us to climax together.

As her hand draws back, I quickly say, “No, don’t stop.” Her hand lowers, her fingers moving over her clit and back into her pussy.

“Open your legs wider, darling,” I command and tilt my head slightly as I move beside her hand and flick my tongue over her clit.

Her hips buck, and my cock twitches at the sound of her whimper.

“You taste so good,” I groan. I tease her with my tongue as more breathy moans pour from her parted lips.

“Daniel,” she breathes, her thighs quivering as my balls tighten and my hand moves faster over my shaft.

With my free hand, I grab her bundled panties out of my pocket and keep them by my tip. She already has me so worked up, I know it won’t take long. My lips wrap around Grace’s clit, sucking slightly in sync with every thrust of her fingers, in synch with my pumping fist until…

Her body twitches, and spurts of my cum pour over her silky underwear as she squirts over my chin. She barely softens her whimpers and little yelps of pleasure. With a slight Pop , my lips release from her clit, and I lap my tongue over her pussy with a soft moan.

Grace’s fingers carefully pull out of her entrance, and I take them in my mouth as my eyes flick up to hers. Our gaze holds, intensifying the moment, and my heart beats faster. I wipe my cock with her panties before I roll them up and put them back in my pocket. I release her fingers and roll closer to her.

My hands grip her shaking thighs, keeping them open as I stare at her soaked pussy, desperate to know how she would feel around my cock. But it’s a boundary, one I’m sure she will coax me into crossing before either of us is ready. It’s an offer I won’t be able to say no to.

“Darling, I don’t think I can ever let you go,” I say, then pause as I take a sharp breath, her taste still tickling on my tongue. “I can never get enough of you.”

“Daniel.” Her voice breaks, and I peek up.

“You’re fucking perfection, Grace,” I praise as my hands loosen and wander over her heated skin. I memorize every freckle, every curve and know it will never be enough.