The Dom Who Loved Me (Masters and Mercenaries #1)(27)

There would be no hiding from him. He demanded honesty from her even when he had none to offer.

They obediently fluttered open to pierce him with a look of pure lust. There was no coyness in Grace. There was only simple desire for him. “You’re going to make me crazy, you know that?” He watched her hazel eyes widen as he pushed forward until he was seated all the way to his balls. Her shoulders shook as she tried to adjust to him. He gave her a moment, savoring the connection he’d wanted from the minute he’d seen her. “Fuck, you feel good. You feel so damn good.”

He pulled out and thrust in quickly. Her cunt sucked at him, trying to keep him inside. There was no way he was going to last. Later, there would be time to f*ck her for hours, to make her come over and over again until she begged him to finish it, but now he had to come.

Sean angled his body down, forcing her to take more of his weight. It felt right to be inside of Grace, as though some odd piece of himself had just fallen into place. He held nothing back. He was savage in his need. He pounded into her. Her breathy moans told him she didn’t mind at all. When he felt the shiver at the base of his spine that told him he was about to go off like a rocket, he let one of her legs go so he could rub her clit. He ran his thumb over that sensitive bit of flesh and watched Grace come. It was a beautiful thing. Her eyes got wide and her mouth opened to emit a soft cry as the little muscles of her * suddenly bore down on his cock.

Sean let his head fall back. She’d been taken care of. Now was his selfish time. He thrust in again and again as the semen jetted out of his body in a wave of relief. He ground himself against her so she milked every last drop out of him. When he was finally finished, he collapsed on top of her. He loved the softness of her skin rubbing against his. Her arms wound around him, and her fingers found his hair. He buried his face in her breasts, perfectly content to spend the rest of the night there.





There was a big gorgeous hunk of man in her kitchen, and he wasn’t waiting on her to feed him. She stared at him for a moment, the previous evening’s events washing over her, making her flush all over again. It had been perfect. She’d never felt closer to anyone as she’d felt to Sean when she’d submitted to him. A little wave of guilt threatened. She pushed it back. She’d loved her husband. She’d been faithful, but he was gone. She deserved a little bit of happiness.

Grace stepped out of the bedroom after carefully preparing herself for the day. Sean stood at the stove wearing nothing but his trousers. Her small skillet was in his hands and he flipped whatever was in it with the skill of someone featured on the Food Network.

“Good morning.” His smile made her melt a little. “I made coffee.” He gestured toward the coffee pot where he’d already placed a mug for her use.

Grace was grateful for the distraction. She poured a cup and wondered what the hell had come over her last night. She’d had some serious sex with a man who liked to dominate his lovers. She’d so enjoyed being beneath him, submitting to him. She’d thrown herself into bed with a man who had to be ten years younger than she was.

“How old are you?” The question was out of her mouth before she could think twice.

He slid an omelet onto a plate and turned to her. “Is that what you’re worrying about this morning?”

“I’m not worrying. I’m just curious.”

His dark blond hair looked so much longer now that it wasn’t slicked back. It fell over his eyes and curled around his ears. His eyes narrowed. “I thought we decided you wouldn’t lie to me anymore.” He moved to the table and set the plate down. “I’m thirty-two. And you’re hardly Mrs. Robinson. The only person who will make a big deal out of our slight age difference is you.”

Grace doubted that. She was forty with two grown kids. Sean was just getting started in life. Grace eased into the chair at her breakfast table and took a sip of coffee. He’d made it perfectly, and the omelet was fluffy. There was also whole wheat toast with butter and raspberry jam.

“I had to make do.” He sat down across from her as though it was something they did every day. “You’re pantry is nearly empty. I won’t even go into your fridge.”

His easy manner settled something inside her. She had worried he would hurry out the door this morning. A part of her had said it would be for the best. She hadn’t realized just how deeply she’d hoped it wasn’t true until she’d seen him standing at the stove. “Well, it’s just me, you know. It’s hard to cook for one.”

“I don’t have a single meeting scheduled today.” He said with a great tone of relief. “I think I’ll go shopping. There’s a Coq au Vin recipe I’ve been wanting to try. Mind being my guinea pig?”

Her breath caught. “You want to have dinner tonight?”

“Yes. I thought it would be nice. I thought now that I’ve allowed you to seduce me, you might think about having mercy on a man and condescend to date me.” His smile faded. “Unless you were planning on a one-night stand.”

“I wasn’t planning anything. I just didn’t know if you would want to see me again.”

His hand came across the little table. “I told you I was crazy about you. I want to see you, and it has nothing to do with that contract I’m negotiating with your idiot boss.”

She ignored the comment about her boss. He was an idiot, but she was far too loyal to vocally agree. She let her fingers entwine with his, loving the way her skin practically hummed where he touched her. It felt so right to touch him. “I would love to see you again tonight. How long are you going to be in town?”