One Hot Secret by Sarah J. Brooks

Chapter 16

Jack

I can’t wait to get Grace into my bedroom. I hold the door open, and when she enters, I follow her in. I’ve never wanted to make a good impression on anyone as much as I do with Grace.

“This is gorgeous and definitely my favorite room,” she exclaims. She goes to the chaise longue arranged near the fireplace and plops down on it.

“I’m glad you like it.” Her pleasure feeds mine, and I grin like an idiot. I move to the French doors and slide them open. I gesture to Grace, and she joins me out on the balcony. It looks out on the pool and the back garden.

“This is the only room that looks out onto the pool. It’s completely private, so if you feel like swimming in the nude, go ahead.”

She giggles. “Highly unlikely.”

I take her hand to tug her back into the room and shut the French doors. “There’s something else I want to show you.”

“The bathroom?” Grace says sweetly.

“No. The bed. I trust you to test it and tell me if it’s good quality,” I tell her with a straight face.

She doesn’t crack a smile and instead adopts a thoughtful look. “I see what you mean.” She sits on the bed and then bounces on it. “I can’t quite tell. I’m going to have to take drastic measures to inspect it. Do you mind?” she says.

“Not at all.” I lean back on the wall to watch her.

Her movements are as fluid as a dancer’s as she stands up and slowly starts to undress. My breath is caught in my throat at the impromptu show happening in front of me.

Grace moves as if she’s alone in the room. She unbuttons her blouse, taking her time with each button until they are all opened. My heart beats crazily with anticipation as my eyes feast on the sexy woman that I’m lucky to call mine. My dick strains against my pants as each curve is revealed to me. My fingers itch to touch her soft skin, and I fist them to keep them distracted. She turns away from me, reaches back to unclasp her bra, and then lets it fall. Her lace panties barely cover her ass, and her bare tanned skin looks good enough to eat. She covers her breasts and looks at me over her shoulder.

That’s as long as I can last, and with a growl, I take two strides to reach her. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her shoulder and neck. She smells so good. Like fresh fruit on a hot summer’s day. I press my cock against her ass as I slip my hands around her and gently pry her hands away from her chest. I replace them with mine and tease her taut nipples. Grace pushes her ass against my cock, causing wild sensations to charge through me. I turn her gently around and kiss her hard before guiding her to the bed.

I quickly undress and arrange myself between her legs.

“I haven’t tasted you today,” I tell her as I pull down her panties.

“You have,” she says, her breath coming out in sweet pants.

“My memory must be failing me,” I tell her. “Spread your legs, babe. I want to look at what is mine.”

Her sharp inhale reaches my ears. I want her to know that this is not a game to me, not a short affair. I want her permanently. From the moment she walked into the chief’s office in the fire station, I knew she was special. I just need to convince her that we are meant to be, and a few inconveniences like lack of privacy are worth it.

She spreads her legs, and I stare down at her pink wet pussy. “Beautiful.” I go down and take a swipe. Grace cries out softly and grips my head.

I flatten my tongue and drag it along her clit. I know all of my woman’s weak points, and it doesn’t take long before she’s coming. I love seeing her like this, thrashing her feet and shouting my name in wild abandon. She gushes out honey juices, and I lick her clean.

“Jack … Kyle, I want you now,” she says, her tone urgent.

I trail kisses up her body while she tugs at my head impatiently. The plan was to tease her for a few more minutes, but I can’t wait to be inside her. I brace one hand on her side, and with the other, I line up my dick to her entrance. I slide deep inside her and groan as sheer pleasure envelops me. I brace my other hand on the other side and lower my head to kiss Grace while buried to the hilt.

It’s erotic as fuck to hear her moan into my mouth. She tastes hot and sweet. She scrapes my back with her nails, but I feel no pain.

I pull away and withdraw my dick and then slam back into her. I look down at her as I claim her. Grace is so fucking beautiful. For the first time in my life, I understand what they mean when they say that someone is beautiful inside and outside. That’s my Grace.

I know she’s not all in. I see the wariness in her eyes. But all I needed was to have one foot in. Slowly by slowly, I’ll inch all of myself into her heart, and she’ll want to claim me as hers.

My thighs slap against hers, and the room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking. I love looking at her when she has no guard up and all she cares about is the music we are creating with our bodies.

“Oh God, Kyle, I’m almost …”

Hearing Grace calling me Kyle jerks me out of the moment. Her eyes gleam with ecstasy, and I realize that she did not even notice the name she used. It doesn’t take long before my jaw is clenched in concentration.

“Oh God,” Grace whimpers and reaches for the headboard as if she’s worried that her orgasm will launch her off like a rocket. Her pussy walls clench around my cock, setting me off on my own orgasm. I come hard and violently as if my body has been saving everything for this moment. Grace wraps her hands and legs around me possessively as if she never wants to let me go. I wish it were true and not the result of a particularly good sex session.

I nudge her and lie down on her side and hug her to me. I kiss her forehead, and she looks up and smiles at me.

“You’re so beautiful; you know that?” I tell her, fighting to control my emotions.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she says playfully, and then a serious expression comes over her features. “It’s weird doing this knowing there are people downstairs.”

I smile inwardly. The women I dated before wanted to be heard. To them, it was making a statement that we were together. I smooth back wisps of Grace’s hair from her forehead.

“No one can hear you from this room. The walls were made to be soundproof.”

The relief is evident on her face. “That’s good to know.”

“I’ve wanted to have you here in my bed for so long,” I tell her.

“Is that why you wanted to give me a tour?” she says.

“Maybe.” I kiss her cute slim nose.

She seems thoughtful for a few minutes, and then she speaks up. “I can sort of understand why you didn’t tell me who you are. More so after I told you my feelings about people in the limelight.”

“Has that changed?” I ask her and hold my breath as I wait for her answer.

She draws back to look into my face. “You’ve become very special to me, but I don’t think I can do life in the limelight.”

It was just as I suspected. She’s with me temporarily. As long as the press don’t find out about us, she’ll be here. I more or less knew this, but hearing it is tough.

“Why don’t we cross that bridge when we get to it.” I know nothing I’ll say now will push her to a decision. It will just spoil our day. “Hey,” I pinch her nose lightly. “You called me Kyle.”

“When?” Grace demands.

I laugh. “Right before you came.”

A blush pinks her cheeks. “You know, I’m starting to think of you as Kyle, especially after coming here today and hearing everyone call you that.”

“Just so you know, there’s no pressure. You can call me whatever you want. As long as you call me.”

She laughs. “So, do you have a nice big bathtub I can soak in? My apartment doesn’t, and I love tubs.”

I adopt a hurt look. “And I thought it was me that made you come.”

She giggles. “It was the tub.” She throws away the covers and gets up.

She pads to the bathroom stark naked, and I swing my legs to the edge of the bed and follow her.

“Wow,” Grace exclaims. “I love your bathroom.”

“Yeah, that was one of the attractions.” The color scheme is white and black, with a massive tub that comfortably fits both of us.

I fill the bath while Grace sits on the edge of the tub chatting. For the first time in my life, I wish I really were a firefighter. For sure, Grace and I would be together permanently. I love my job, and I’ve worked hard to get where I am. It’s not just a job too. I love that I get to entertain people and with every role I take on, I enter another person’s shoes and view the world through their lenses. That’s huge for me.

But with Grace, I’ve found something special, and the thing I love the most, which is my job, is what is coming between us.

“You look so thoughtful,” Grace says.

“I’m thinking that I want you in my arms right now.”