I control myself while I still have the will. But I fear tonight is the night where I lose because all it will take is one more temptation.
She sees it. And like the predator she’s become she’ll sniff it on me and attack.
“Everyone ready to go?” Pax’s asks with Stella on his arm.
Yeah, I’m ready to fucking go but not for what he’s asking about.
I grunt in reply and I see Grace smirk from the corner of my eye.
As we all exit the compound, each couple ahead paired off, Grace walks in front of me fully aware of what she’s doing.
I lean towards her and the scent of jasmine fills my nostrils. “You keep swaying that ass of yours and I’ll have it red.”
She looks over her shoulder at me innocently and then provocatively pushes her ass against my cock. It twitches in my slacks, no doubt she feels it. She then moves her hips subtly from side to side. My cock hardens against her and I bite back the moan that wants to tear out of my throat.
I place my hands firmly on her hips to stop her ministrations. She pouts up at me. I have the urge to bite down on her luscious lower lip.
“If you don’t behave I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
She inhales sharply but from the blush that overtakes her features I can tell she more than likes the idea. “You promise?”
A strained laugh leaves me. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby. I’m not a soft man.”
Despite my firm grip on her hips she wriggles her ass against my cock again. “You act like I don’t want it rough.”
I hiss through clenched teeth, hanging onto my sanity by a damn thread. “Most women don’t.”
Her eyes flash. “I’m not most women, Oak. I’ll have you any way I can get you. If you like it rough then so do I.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Grace. Now be a good girl and get in the car before I take you over my shoulder and show you what you’re asking for.”
She laughs. “You can’t threaten me with something that I want.”
“Grace,” I growl.
She leans upwards and presses a chaste kiss on the underside of my jaw. “Okay, big guy. I’ll be good. For now,” she promises me sweetly. I then let go of her hips, expecting her to follow everyone else who are waiting. But she doesn’t. Of course she doesn’t because Grace isn’t predictable nor does she do what she’s told. “But once I enter the club who knows what willhappen,” she promises darkly and winks at me before she sashays away joining everyone who has been patiently waiting.
Fuck me.
I have a raging hard on, my blood is pumping hot and all I can imagine is fucking her.
She’s going to be the death of me.
Snake, Nora and I all are residing in the VIP room that Daniella has given to us for Grace’s celebration.
Nora and Daniella did a fantastic job on the decor.
Golden enlarged balloons span the entire back wall saying, Congrats. Streamers in black, gold and silver are hung strategically from the ceiling. Bottles of champagne chilled in steel black ice buckets are in each corner of the room. A tray of appetizers fill the table and bouquets of flowers are placed everywhere.
Snake sits by the mini bar that comes with the room while Nora is on the opposite end, picking at her freshly painted nails. A coping mechanism since the incident she’s never seemed to break.
She isn’t dressed for the club either. Not with herloose fitted long sleeve shirt and jeans that are a size too big. Her glasses swallow her face but they always have.
Honestly, I’m just proud she’s overcoming her fear, forcing herself to come out of her shell to be here.
No one questioned the way she’s dressed when we arrived. Everyone was just happy to see her.
Grace threw her arms around her with a megawatt smile upon her face, complimenting her beautiful auburn hair.
