“I have to,” I confessed.
I’d seen too much shit to not believe that everything happens for a reason. You might not understand it at the time, but there had to be a bigger meaning for everything. Otherwise, the world was just fucked up.
“So, you think I just keep going day by day and when I least expect it, there’ll be a sign?”
“I’m not as philosophical as that, but basically, yeah.”
“And you think I’m the type of girl who can do that? Go with the flow?” Grace pressed.
“Absolutely not. But I am the type of guy who can keep you distracted until you figure it out,” I offered with a smirk.
“You’re definitely a distraction, Cole Flanigan.”
“Why don’t we finish our dinner and then I promise to distract you all night long,” I offered, taking one for the team.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to put you out,” Grace countered, smiling her first genuine smile I’d seen since we’d sat down.
“I’ll admit, it’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.”
“And you think you’re the man for the job?” Grace teased, leaning into me, her tits crushed between us.
“You know I’m more than man enough to get the job done,” I growled, grinding my cock against her before bending down and breathing on her neck. “Over and over and over again. I’ll get thejob done all night long,” I whispered with promise before taking her earlobe between my teeth and tugging on it.
“You talk a big game Mr. Flanigan,” Grace teased, reaching down and wrapping her hand around my cock through my sweatpants.
“We both know I’m more than big enough to satisfy,” I retorted cockily, holding back the moan as she squeezed.
“Prove it,” she dared.
“With pleasure,” I confirmed, leaning in and kissing her like she was the air I needed to breathe.
Chapter seventeen
Grace
Iwoke up to the scent of coffee and sandalwood.
“Mmm,” I murmured as my sleepy eyes fluttered open.
Sitting beside me on the bed was a man who could very well be the man of my dreams. A realization that should’ve scared me but didn’t freak me out at all.
“Morning, sweetheart,” Cole cooed, bending down to kiss me.
I pushed up on my elbows to meet him, but at the last second turned away, Cole’s kiss finding my cheek.
“What the fuck?” he swore, obviously annoyed he hadn’t gotten what he wanted.
“Morning breath. I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” I explained, covering my mouth with my hand.
Cole batted my hand away. “Sweetheart, do I need to remind you that less than twelve hours ago my tongue was buried in your pussy as I devoured you.”
His crude words burned my cheeks with embarrassment. I remembered all right. How could I forget? It was no wonder I was dragging my ass this morning. The man had kept me up all night and when I did manage to finally fall asleep, we woke only a few short hours later for another round.
“Cole!” I admonished.
“Kiss me properly, Grace,” he commanded, and like the little puppet I was, I didn’t argue.
Our kiss escalated and Cole pinned me to the bed. When he broke for air, I lifted my hips. I could feel his hardness pressing into me through his jeans.
