Chapter One

Grace Marcum was settled firmly into the heated, passenger seat of Anthony Callahan’s

luxury car as they approached the Grand International Resort. She had been quiet during the drive

from the city, preoccupied with thoughts that served no purpose. It didn’t help that she was being

driven in a vehicle that was worth more than the house she’d grown up in. As the thought reoccurred,

she couldn’t stop the heavy sigh that escaped her.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Looking over at Anthony, at the concern that etched his handsome face, she smiled. “They

aren’t worth that much.”

The car cruised along the circular drive at the front of the resort. It hadn’t paused more than

a second when a valet was there, opening the door for her. Bellmen were already getting their bags

from the trunk. Anthony relinquished the keys along with a healthy tip. Grace savored the weight of

his hand at the small of her back as he guided her into the exclusive hotel. It was incredibly

luxurious. Built at the turn of the century, it boasted all the modern amenities but had retained the

lush, romantic style of a bygone era. Marble floors and gilt framed mirrors were illuminated by

hand-cut crystal chandeliers. She tried not to gape as they approached the desk. Check in was a

merely a formality.

“Here you are, Mr. Callahan. We hope you enjoy your stay, and if there is anything you

need, our concierge and staff would be happy to assist you.”

Anthony accepted the keys and signed the registration slip. As he stepped away from the

counter, his cell phone dinged in his pocket. “I’m sorry, Grace. I need to check that. Go grab the

elevator and I’ll be right behind you.”

“Of course... What about the bags?” Even as she asked the question a bellman whisked past

them with their bags on a cart. “Never mind.”

Anthony chuckled as he retrieved the phone. He opened the text message, but his eyes were

on Grace’s bottom, watching her cross the lobby in those damned heels that drove him wild. Tearing

his eyes away, he glanced down at the screen and frowned. The photo that had downloaded on his

screen was of him and Grace, embracing at the door of her apartment building. There was no

message accompanying the picture. Blackmail was the only logical conclusion, but whoever was

behind it had things very wrong. Anthony wanted his relationship with Grace to go public. He

forwarded the message and the phone number to a friend, along with a text asking him to find out what

he could about both, before joining Grace on the waiting elevator.

At the door to their suite, the bellman opened it first, ushering them inside, then bringing in

their bags and placing them in the bedroom. The suite was easily three times as large as her

apartment. The seating area was lush and romantic, overstuffed couched upholstered in cream

jacquard. A richly patterned rug in shades of green, cream and gold covered the intricate parquet

floor. A massive marble fireplace topped with a venetian glass mirror occupied one wall. French

doors led onto a patio overlooking the lake. A separate dining area was filled with rich, cherry

furnishings and a tray bearing champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. It was easy to see that

Grace was uncomfortable. Her emotions were always written plainly on her face.

The bellmen left and she looked at Anthony over her shoulder, meeting his questioning gaze.

“This is a bit on the grand side for me. I’m not used to this.”

“You should be,” he said, enclosing her in the circle of his arms, her back against the hard

wall of his chest. She could feel his breath feathering warmly over her neck. “You could be, very

easily... Say the word, Grace and the whole world could know that you are mine.”

“We’ve talked about this before.... and it never goes well.”

He sighed. “You’re right, and this weekend is supposed to be about something else

altogether.”

“Such as?” she asked, enjoying the feel of having him close, of the hardness and the heat of

his body against her.

He nipped her ear, his teeth scraping against the delicate lobe. Goosebumps immediately

raised on her skin. “It’s about teaching you to ski,” he said.

“Is that all?” she asked, arching her back so that the curve of her bottom pressed against

him. His hands immediately tightened on her hips, tugging her closer. She could feel his cock

thickening, lengthening against her.

“The spa is at your disposal tomorrow... any treatment you want. Wraps, massages,

pedicures.”

Grace laughed. “You won’t know me by the time they’re through with me.”

Anthony’s voice was shockingly tender as he spoke softly against her ear, “I’ll always know

you. You’re like no one else, Grace.”

“Take me to bed. Make love to me,” she urged. There was a note in her voice, a need that

frightened her. She ignored it, turning in his arms, until they were chest to chest. His lips touched her

and the kiss was so sweet, so tender, that it brought tears to her eyes. His mouth settled over hers so

gently, but there was an intensity to it that was overwhelming. Her own lips parted beneath his, and

his tongue glided into her mouth, softly, sweetly. It was a seduction, unnecessary, but still divine.

His hands slid into her hair, then down her neck to the zipper at the back of her dress. One light tug

and the zipper was sliding down, a whisper of sound in the room. Grace shivered a bit in the cold,

but his hands were on her skin then, warming it. The straps slid over her arms, then the fabric was

falling, puddling at her feet and she wore only pale, ivory, lace that she had donned that morning. The

garments had been chosen with him in mind. The bustier was utterly sheer, cupping her breasts and

camouflaging her nipples with delicate embroidery. The attached garters were delicate satin bows,

and the matching panties tied at her hips. The slightest tug on those small bows and they would

simply fall away.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

She felt beautiful. All the doubts and insecurities were still there with the rest of the world,

but when she was with Anthony, Grace realized she truly felt beautiful, in her clothes and out of

them. His appreciation of her body, the way he responded to her, had healed so many old wounds.

Grace wasn’t quite prepared when he swept her into his arms, carrying her with one arm supporting

her back and the other beneath her knees, like a bride being carried over the threshold. It was

bittersweet.

Anthony placed Grace on the bed, her skin pale and beautiful against the dark green of the

bedding. The cream lace was almost the exact color of her skin, giving the impression of nudity

without the satisfaction. As much as he wanted her naked, he wanted to savor the moment. With

everything they’d shared, he knew that Grace was holding herself back in some way. She didn’t trust

what was between them. Getting past her sensual barriers, introducing her to pleasure in all its many

forms had been the easy part. Breeching the emotional barriers was proving to be even more

difficult. Where pleasure had failed, he hoped that vulnerability would work. Grace would never

trust him with the power to hurt her until she was certain she had the same power over him.

Tugging his sweater up and over his head, he dropped it to the floor, before kicking off his

shoes and joining her on the bed. Each touch, the circling of his fingertips on her bare skin, was

featherlight. With his mouth, he traced the same path, gentle kisses and the damp pressure of his

tongue against her skin. Her nipples puckered in the lace cups, thrusting up impudently, but he

resisted the temptation. When his hands reached her thighs, he increased the pressure slightly,

massaging muscles that he knew were tight, as much from their activities the night before as from the

ridiculous heels she had taken to wearing. It was the one outward sign of Grace’s sensual liberation.

She’d sacrificed her sensible shoes and had begun to wear stilettos, even at work. They made her the

perfect height, so that he could walk behind her and slide his cock right between her thighs, where it

nudged against the damp slit of her pussy.

Thinking of that was not allowing him to sustain his control, so instead he focused on the task

at hand, soothing her aching muscles while creating a new ache in her, one that could only assuaged

by him. “Turn over,” he said. Obediently, Grace did as he asked, turning onto her stomach. The lace

was cut low in back, and he deftly unfastened the hooks holding it in place, before unsnapping her

garters. Turning her onto her back again, he divested her of the bustier and garters entirely, until only

the sheer, lace underwear and sheer stockings remained. Moving to the end of the bed, he lifted her

right foot and began to knead gently, his thumb digging into the muscles and then working over her

ankle, up her calf, until he reached the top of her stocking and rolled it down. He repeated the

process on the other leg.

He didn’t often get Grace completely naked, especially in the bright light of day.

Occasionally, her shyness would still rear its ugly head, but she wasn’t protesting. With every touch,

she seemed to relax more. Were it not for the flush covering her breasts and that her nipples had

pebbled into hardened buds, he would have thought she was falling asleep on him. Kneeling between

her thighs, he decided it was time to take up the heat. Pressing his face against her mound, he inhaled

deeply, savoring the musky scent of her desire. He closed his mouth over her, sucking the damp

swollen lips of her sex into his mouth, before plunging his tongue between them. He found her clit

unerringly, working it deftly. When she gasped and speared her hands into his hair, holding him in

place, he increased the pressure, lifting her legs so that her thighs draped over his shoulder. Pressing

more deeply inside her, he continued to tease and torment that little bundle of nerves.

“Please, Anthony... I need you!”

Pulling his mouth away from her with one last, lingering lick that had her crying out, he

moved up, until he could kiss her lips, sharing the taste of her. “Taste how sweet you are, Grace,” he

urged, dipping his tongue into her mouth. “The taste of you drives me wild.” She kissed him back

eagerly and he cupped her breasts, kneading the soft mounds with a gentle touch. His thumbs coasted

over her nipples, thrumming the hardened peaks until she was moaning beneath him. The silky skin of

her inner thighs glided over his hips as she wrapped her legs around him, opening herself to him.

There was no clearer invitation. He pressed his cock against her, nudging the thick head between her

damp folds, feeling her clinch around him. She was so blissfully, perfectly tight as he pressed into

her, gliding in inch by inch. Her nails dug into his shoulders, scoring his back as she arched against

him, his name a breathless cry on her lips. He loved that he could make her so wild, that his

restrained and ladylike secretary became wild an uninhibited for him--only for him.

Grace’s head fell back against the pillows. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe. Her

entire existence was centered on the point where their bodies connected. The intense, exquisite

pleasure of having Anthony inside her. The hard, thick length of his cock filled her to perfection, her

body stretching to accommodate him. Every flex of his hips, every subtle movement inside her

seemed to stimulate new nerve endings, ratcheting the pleasure to even greater heights. Her lips

parted on a soundless cry, her neck straining and her breasts pressing firmly against his chest. His

hips circled against her again, dipping and retreating, thrusting into her. He repeated the motion and

Grace shattered. She felt her sex clench tightly, and then she simply broke apart. Everything in her

body melted. Heat rushed inside her and then the most intense pleasure as her body pulsed and

fluttered in that ancient rhythm. It was only seconds later that Anthony followed her over the

precipice. He thrust deeply once more and she felt the first hot jet of his cum. Her hands slid down

his back, cupping his firm buttocks and holding him to her, keeping him pressed deeply inside her as

he came. Her body continued to ripple with aftershocks of pleasure. His lips pressed against hers,

another feather light kiss, and the only sound in the room was their ragged breath.

Grace closed her eyes, overwhelmed with the pleasure and with the emotions that roiled

inside her. Tears escaped against her will, seeping between her lashes, only to be kissed away

gently.

“I love you, Grace.”

Her heart stopped with those words. Her eyes flew open, more tears forming. “What?”

Anthony smiled down at her, his expression so tender and so heartfelt that it simply

destroyed her. “You don’t have to say it back...But I need you to know it. I love you, Grace.”

She didn’t respond. The words were there, on the tip of her tongue, struggling to escape, but

before she could even question whether or not to utter them, he had risen. The water in the bathroom

turned on, and after a few seconds, she could see the steam from the shower. Getting out bed, Grace

reached for her small suitcase and retrieved her robe. The satin kimono had been a goodwill find

from her teen years, but she still loved it. It gave her a sense of comfort to don the familiar garment

while treading such unfamiliar territory.

Heading into the living area of the suite, she snagged one of the chocolate covered

strawberries and popped it into her mouth. The burst of tart and sweet flavors was a balm to her.

She loved him. She knew that. But what kept her from being able to say it? What damage from her

past ignited such fear in her at the prospect of opening up to him that way? It wasn’t a difficult

questions. Her parents, before their deaths, hadn’t been very demonstrative people. She could easily

recall watching her mother put on makeup, thinking she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

She also remembered telling her mother that she loved her and trying to kiss her powdered cheek,

only to be pushed away so she didn’t muss her makeup. Her father had simply been oblivious.

They’d died in a car crash for that very reason. Then she’d gone to her aunt’s house, and if her

parents had been cold, that woman had been positively glacial. It was no wonder, she thought, that

the idea of loving someone terrified her.

She wanted to call Celia, but even Celia didn’t know about the relationship with Anthony.

Oh, her friend had guessed that she was seeing someone and had even guessed that it was someone

from the office, but Grace had never confessed anything to her. Settling onto one of the sofas, her legs

stretched out to the side, she stared over the back of the couch and out the window to the lake

beyond. It was a peaceful scene, but her mind was far from it.

Stepping into the living area, a towel wrapped snugly around his hips, Anthony watched her

for a moment. Grace was a fitting name. When she could forget herself and simply be, she moved

like no one else he’d ever scene. But Grace rarely forgot herself. When she became self conscious it

manifested as awkwardness, shyness, sometimes even clumsiness. Even that he found endearing. If

he were an artist, he thought, he would paint her just as she sat right now, with her long limbs

gracefully arranged, her hair a tangled mass falling over her shoulders, and that slightly distant but

wistful expression on her face.

“I think you need a long, hot bath,” he said. “And that tub is big enough for the both of us.”

“But you just got out of the shower,” she protested.

“The shower, Grace my darling,” he said with promise, as he walked towards her, leaning

down until they were nose to nose, “Was to get clean. This bath is going to get dirty. Very dirty.”

Grace kissed him, pressing her lips sweetly to his. “That sounds promising enough that I’m

willing to forgo the rose scented bath salts.”

“Then I can emerge from the tub, man card intact.”

He watched her go, and then checked his phone. There was no response from his

investigator yet, but that wasn’t surprising. Considering his options, Anthony knew in that moment

that whatever the mystery photographer wanted, he wouldn’t give in. Having someone else out their

relationship was not ideal, but it might be the only way to force Grace’s hand, and it was a chance he

was willing to take. Powering off his phone, he left it on the table and moved back toward the

bathroom and the temptation of a wet and naked Grace.

CHAPTER TWO

Anthony stared across the dinner table at Grace, enjoying the way the candlelight danced

over her skin. He’d spent the better part of the evening plying her with wine, starting with the

champagne that had been in their sweet. Her face was flushed and she giggled delightfully every time

he said something remotely risqué. In turn, he was saying as many risqué things as possible.

“You have to stop,” she protested. “People are staring at us.”

“No... They’re staring at you. You look beautiful in that dress.” It had been one of the many

surprises he’d arranged for her that weekend. The dress was the palest, shimmering peach. It draped

over her breasts and hugged her rounded hips beautifully. It managed to be both demure and alluring

at the same time, much like the woman who wore it. The pearls she wore at her neck had also been a

gift from him. Those she had protested vehemently. Little did she know that the dress, custom made

for her, had been far more expensive than the necklace.

“It’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever owned, but you shouldn’t have. Where will I wear

something like this again?”

“Wherever you want,” he said. “You can parade into the office in it on Monday for all I

care.”

“That wouldn’t raise any eyebrows, now would it?”

“You’re raising something right now, Grace, and it isn’t eyebrows.”

She shivered. “You are being so bad. My face is so hot... Everyone in this room can tell

you’re saying horrible things.”

“Not horrible. Wicked, perhaps. But not horrible. Would it be horrible to tell you that as

lovely as you look in that dress, I can’t wait to get you out of it and have your lovely, naked skin laid

out before me? That I want to kiss, lick and suck every exposed inch of your skin until you’re begging

me to take you?” he said, his voice pitched low and deep.

“You’re killing me,” she protested, but her lips were parted and her eyes had dilated with

passion. It was a look he knew well.

“Two days, Grace. We have two days here to act like any other couple, where we don’t

have to hide behind closed doors... I can sit here with you at this table, enjoying a romantic meal and

saying outrageous things to you. There isn’t a person in this room who doesn’t know that I am going

to take you back upstairs and have you.”

Grace had enough at that point. Beneath the table, she slipped her foot from the nude stiletto

and slid her toes over his calf, past his knee. At that point she didn’t need to do anything further. He

reached beneath the table, capturing her foot, and guided it directly to his burgeoning erection. “Two

can play at that game,” she said.

“Oh, this is only the beginning, Grace. I have all sorts of games planned for you tonight.

Now finish your desert. I like to watch you eat... especially when it’s something sweet and decadent.

You look almost as beautiful then as you do when I’m sliding my cock into you.”

Grace took a bite of the chocolate mousse, allowing the sweet confection to melt on her

tongue. She couldn’t halt the slight moan of pleasure at the explosion of flavor. Anthony’s eyes

darkened in response. Feeling brave, and incredibly sexy beneath his heated gaze, she gave the spoon

a long, lingering lick.

“Minx.”

“I’m only following your orders... You did tell me to eat my desert.”

“So, I did. Keep going. I’m enjoying the show.”

Grace did so. She ignored everyone else in the room and focused solely on him. Every bite

she took was a seduction, a veiled reference to things she had already done to him with her mouth,

and would do again very soon. Beneath the table, she flexed her foot against his cock. He was fully

erect. With a deliberate, teasing motion, she withdrew from him. “You can’t exactly walk out of her

like that, can you?”

“Keep it up, Grace, and I might just bend you over this table and take you right here in front

of everyone.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Maybe, maybe not. But thinking about it excites you, doesn’t it?”

It did. She was almost ashamed of how much it did. “No,” she said, a soft and completely

unbelievable denial.

Anthony laughed, though it pained him to do so. His pants were so tight over his aching cock

that he was literally in agony. Reaching beneath the table, he adjusted himself, easing the pressure.

“You’re a terrible liar, Grace.... I won’t take you here. But I do have something very special lined up

for you.” He motioned for one of the waiters. Immediately the check was delivered, which he

signed. “Now, Grace, you are to go with Derek. He’s going to show you to your very special

surprise.”

“What else have you done?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” he promised. “I’ll be along shortly.”

“Come with me, Miss Marcum,” the waiter said, easing her chair back.

Grace rose, slipping her foot back into her shoe with only the slightest wobble and followed

the middle aged waiter from the dining room. She followed Derek down a series of dim corridors,

until she thought she was being led on a wild goose chase. When he stopped outside a set of double

doors, she could hear the bubbling of water. As he pushed them open and led her inside, Grace

gasped with delight. There were candles everywhere, tiny tea lights in glittering, glass containers.

They surrounded a large jacuzzi.

“The water is from the natural hot spring that runs beneath the resort,” Derek explained,

pulling a plush, white robe from a rack near the door. “It is reputed to have healing properties and

also to be an aphrodisiac.”

Grace blushed. “There’s no such thing.”

Derek shrugged as he showed her to a screen, where she could change into her robe.

“Perhaps you only think that because you have never needed one. Many couples come here to

reinvigorate their relationships... And many couples come here because they wish to cement their

relationships with greater intimacy.”

That was not an issue she was ready to address with him or anyone else. “I can’t change

with you here,” she said, effectively changing the subject. “I’m sorry.”

“There is no need to apologize,” he said. Derek was not easily swayed and continued, “I

will simply wait with you until Mr. Callahan arrives. But you should consider what I’ve told you.

Mr. Callahan is a frequent guest here, Miss. Marcum. He has never brought an additional guest with

him.”

Grace would have asked more questions, but the doors opened again and Anthony entered

the space. Her breath simply caught when she looked at him. Derek disappeared quickly.

RICHARD Beatty had watched from the bar as Anthony wined and dined Grace. It simply disgusted

him. Following them from the city, he’d wondered what they were about, but when they’d arrived at

the Grand, he’d known precisely what sort of weekend Callahan had in mind. He’d drained his glass

when he saw Grace rise from the table and follow the waiter. Tossing a bill onto the bar, he did the

same, staying back several paces from them. They traversed several darkened corridors until they

had reached a set of large double doors which opened easily when the waiter touched them. He

found it curious that the door was unlocked. Using his cell phone, he flashed light on the brass plate

by the door. The room they’d entered was called the Orangery, but he could hear the bubbling of a

hot tub. He thought about Grace naked in a hot a tub and the image fired his lust. More and more, he

was enjoying the idea of taking what belonged to Anthony Callahan in every way possible.

Pushing those very distracting thoughts aside, he moved towards a darkened alcove when he

heard other footsteps coming down the hall. As he watched, Anthony entered the Orangery and the

waiter exited only moments later, smiling as if he were in on some great secret. Looking around,

Richard saw another exit and took it. The Orangery was surrounded by a large balcony and tall

hedges. There was no way onto the balcony except from inside the building and those corridors had

been closed off, no doubt at Callahan’s request. Settling into a darkened corner with a full view of

the candlelit scene, Richard knew this was just what he’d been waiting for.

“I HAD expected you to be naked when I got here... or damn near it,” Anthony said.

Grace blushed, “I couldn’t change with Derek here... not even behind a screen.”

“Well there’s no need for a screen now, is there? It’s just me,” he said, and walked towards

her. He spun her around and deftly unfastened her dress in the back. The bustier beneath it came

next. Within seconds, Grace was standing naked in front of him. He led her to the sunken jacuzzi and

helped her step down into it. Afterward, he quickly removed his own clothing and joined her.

“This feels heavenly... and a bit sinful all at the same time.”

He smiled, “That’s a perfect description of you.

“Why have you done this, Anthony? Why go to all of this trouble?”

He hated the note of insecurity in her voice, but it was the perfect opportunity to share with

her, to tell her things that would make her see why she mattered so much. Settling onto the small

bench, he tugged her close so that she was perched on his lap, straddling his thighs. They were face

to face when he spoke. “Why wouldn’t I go to this much trouble for you? I’d do even more if you’d

let me. I love spoiling you, watching you blush and stammer when you open gifts from me... Hearing

you protest that it’s too much and knowing that you mean every word of it. There have been very few

women in my life, Grace, who ever wanted me just for me. They liked the fact that I wasn’t an ogre,

but it wouldn’t have stopped them if I had been. It was always about the money, the connections, the

power.” He touched her face, his hand cupping the delicate curve of her cheek, his thumb tracing the

plump bow of her bottom lip. “You aren’t the only one with insecurities.”

It was something she’d never imagined, that Anthony would be insecure, or that he’d ever

doubt himself. He always seemed so at ease, so comfortable in his skin. But then when it came to

business, he knew precisely where he stood. He never revealed too much, played his cards close to

his vest, and kept the other side guessing. In that moment, Grace realized what it had cost him in

terms of risk to say those three little words first.

“I love you,” she said. The words were quiet, muffled. She hadn’t said them to another

person since her parents had passed away. It was like a weight had been lifted from her the moment

she released the words, but there was little time to reflect on it. He kissed her then, hungrily. There

was a desperation and a hunger in that kiss unlike anything else that had passed between them. Her

breasts were crushed against his chest and his arms were a steel band around her. She could feel the

hard ridge of his cock pressing against the soft curve of her belly. Placing her hands on his

shoulders, she lifted herself just a bit and rocked against him. His breath hissed out and his cock

pulsed against her. In that moment, she didn’t just feel beautiful, she felt powerful. When Anthony’s

hands came up to cup her breasts, she caught his wrists. His only response was a raised eyebrow.

Grace leaned forward to kiss him. At the last second before their lips touched, she stopped

and said, “Tonight, I’m the boss.” She watched his face for his response. The ticking of a muscle in

his jaw could have been lust or it could have been anger, but his cock swelling between them,

growing thicker and harder was answer enough.

“Hands on the back of the tub,” she ordered. Anthony immediately complied, placing his

arms out, his hands gripping the edge of the jacuzzi. Uncertain but very intrigued, Grace took charge.

She licked and nipped at his firm lips, until he parted them for her. Emboldened by his response, she

delved her tongue into his mouth, kissing him hungrily. She knew that her control was merely an

illusion, that he could have rested it back from her at any moment, but she loved him for allowing her

the chance to play at it. Moving lower, she pressed her lips against his neck, scraping her teeth over

the corded muscles there. He started to move then, but she immediately backed away. Rising up, she

wagged a finger at him. “Either you play by my rules, or we don’t play.”

Anthony took a moment, a deep fortifying breath, and then gripped the edge of the tub so hard

his knuckles turned white. “I’m yours to command,” he said. No sooner had he said the words than

Grace’s hot mouth was again on his skin. The softness of her lips and tongue followed by the scrape

of her teeth had his blood racing. As much as he wanted to simply grab her hips and thrust deeply

inside her, he remained still and allowed her to lead. He almost groaned in protest when she

straightened, but then his eyes were drawn to the lush mounds of her breasts, and the sight of her

perfectly manicured nails framing the turgid peaks. She pinched, rolled and tugged at those sweet

buds and he could feel her response to that touch by the clenching of her pussy around his cock. Then

she was rising up, lifting her breasts to his mouth.

“Lick my nipples... but that’s all. No kissing, sucking, biting... not until I say so,” she

admonished.

Anthony complied, fighting back the urge to close his lips over the tightened buds and suck

them into his mouth. Still, he wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. Flexing his tongue, he

flicked it gently over one taut peak and then the other. Each lick, each flick of his tongue was

deliberately teasing. He could feel the heat of her pussy against him, hotter that the water that

surrounded them. More long, lingering licks, and he curled his tongue so that it surrounded her furled

nipples with each pass.

“Now your mouth,” she said. “But your hands stay where they are.”

Greedily, he complied. Anthony feasted on her breasts, sucking them into his mouth, he

devoured them. Her hands crept up and she tugged at his hair as she arched her back, offering herself

more fully to him. How far would she take it, he wondered? What lengths was Grace willing to go

to. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than she was lifting her hips, guiding one hand

between their bodies. When she closed her fingers around his aching cock he thought the pleasure

would kill him. It was nothing compared to the sweet agony he felt when she took him into her body.

The damp folds parted easily, closing around the head of his cock. Then she began to sink down on

him, flexing her hips, clenching the muscles of her sex as she pulled him into her inch by inch.

“Grace, you’re fucking killing me.”

She pressed her breasts against his chest, and her hands drifted over his arms, down to his

hands. Placing the palm of her hands against the backs of his, she threaded her fingers through his and

held them against the edge of the tub. “I kind of like being in charge for a change.”

He growled in response, but it transformed into a low groan as she rocked her hips. Circled

them on his. Again, she circled her hips, her body undulating gracefully, pulling him deep and then

releasing just a bit. Each time she moved against him, he saw stars. It felt as if he every drop of

blood in his body had rushed to his cock. He watched her face, noting her flushed cheeks, parted

lips. Her eyes were half closed and the look of pleasure that etched her features was beautiful to

him. When her head fell back, her dark hair cascading over her back as she rode him, her breasts

thrusting against his chest, he had to grit his teeth to keep form coming right there.

Grace surged against him, circling her hips faster, clenching tighter around him. She was so

close. Her orgasm hovered just beyond her reach. Shifting slightly, she leaned back, altering the

angle of his penetration. She rocked her hips, once, then twice, then her orgasm shattered within her,

spiraling outward in wave after wave of bliss. His name escaped her lips. She ground against him,

once again wanting to feel him coming with her. Within seconds, he was groaning her name, his hot

seed jetting inside her.

Exhausted and replete, she collapsed against him, her face pressed to his shoulder. His cock

still pulsed within her, and she savored every moment of it. The words bubbled out of her again.

Having said them once, she couldn’t resist repeating them. “I love you,” she whispered. She was

rewarded by his arms closing around her completely, holding her close.

“Oh, Grace. I love you, too. I wish I could show you how much,” he said.

Grace didn’t answer, merely snuggled against him, savoring the heat of his body and the heat

of the water bubbling around them.

RICHARD closed the photo app on his phone and stepped away from the window. His cock was

hard and aching. Now more than ever, he was determined that not only would he take Anthony’s job

and money, he would have Grace as well. Watching her tits bounce while she’d ridden his bastard

boss had Richard itching for release. Moving deeper into the shadows, he returned to the door he’d

exited and swiped the key card he’d bribed from a waiter. The door opened and he slipped inside.

The hallways were still dark and he couldn’t wait any longer. Unzipping his pants, he took out his

cock, closing his hand around and began to stroke himself. It didn’t take long. Watching Grace fuck

had been a revelation and he wanted her. Just thinking of sliding into the scalding, wet heat of her

body was enough to send him over the edge. He gritted his teeth as the hot cum erupted from him.

When he had finished, Richard pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned his hands.

After taking a few moments to recover, he pulled his phone from his pocket again and selected one of

the clearer images of the couple in the hot tub and texted to Anthony’s cell number. Savoring the

anticipation of his revenge and the sweetness of the fantastic release he’d just experienced, Richard

strolled toward the bank of elevators and the vacant room that he’d procured for himself. Monday

was going to be very interesting, he thought.

GRACE collapsed onto the bed, and rolled to her back, staring up at the ceiling. Anthony was in the

suite’s living area. She smiled a bit, thinking of what a workaholic he was. “Put your phone away

and come to bed!”

He appeared in the doorway, his phone chiming in his hand as he powered it on. “I’ve been

good. Haven’t checked it all day.”

“Okay, but once you’re done it goes off again and stays off. Tomorrow comes soon enough,”

she said. She frowned then. “I don’t want to go back to work... or even back to the city. We should

just stay here.”

“I wish we could,” he said.

Grace watched as he looked at the phone and his smile faded. “Is something wrong?”

Anthony stared at the picture. The anger that washed through him was palpable. He would

have to tell her and that was not going to go well. “Grace, someone knows about us.”

She sat up in the bed. “What?”

He looked up, meeting her startled gaze. “Someone knows... and I think they’re trying to

blackmail me.”

Grace felt the bubble of happiness, that little burst of hope that had erupted inside her,

wither. The secret would get out and their perfect little world would shatter in the harsh light of day.

“Take me home,” she said.

Anthony didn’t protest. He simply nodded and together they began to pack. He felt her

slipping away from him and his anger burned even hotter, not all of it directed at the erstwhile

photographer. Grace was running, but he’d be damned if she’d run from him, he thought.