The Dom Who Loved Me (Masters and Mercenaries #1)(86)

How could he ask her that? It was all she wanted. “Yes, Master. Please.”

She held herself back. It was hard to be still when all she wanted was to buck against his fingers, to shove her * back against him until she exploded. All she could do was beg. He had the power, and it made her so hot she couldn’t stand it.

He held his hand still inside her *. “I could leave you like this, baby. I could bring you to the edge again and again and not quite let you go over. I could do it until you’re willing to give me what I want.”

“What do you want?”

The words came out of his mouth on a tortured groan. “You safe, Grace. You out of this altogether.” His fingers came out, and Grace knew a moment’s fear that he would do just that. Then his hands tightened on her hips, and she felt the head of his rejuvenated cock at her entrance. “But I love you. I don’t want you any other way, baby.”

He sank into her, and Grace almost sobbed at the sensation.

Her hands clutched the quilt under her. “Master, please.”

“Yes, little one,” he growled behind her. He f*cked her hard, slamming his length into her. “You can come. Oh, you’re so tight. I can feel that plug vibrating against my cock.” His cockhead slid against her G-spot, and Grace screamed as she came. The orgasm rolled over her like a wave of sensation. It was more than mere pleasure. She felt their connection so keenly. Her head fell forward and everything inside her released.

Sean f*cked her ruthlessly. Even as she came down from the first high, he brought his hand over the butterfly, pressing the vibrator tightly against her clit, causing her to come all over again. This one was long and started in her womb, vibrating outward until her skin hummed happily, and her blood pounded.

Grace lost control of her arms and fell forward. Only Sean’s strong hands held her up. His cock jerked inside her as he slammed in and groaned when he let go. Grace felt the hot wash of his semen coating her * and womb and sighed in contentment.

He lay skin to skin with her for a moment before peeling away and gently easing the toys from her. He cleaned up and was back in her arms. He cradled her to his chest, and she could hear the pounding of his heart.

“My wife,” he whispered holding her close.

Yes, he was her husband. She pushed away thoughts of tomorrow. For tonight, they were together, and the future seemed perfect.





Chapter Nineteen


Grace looked around at the throng of people milling about the Ashton Hotel’s ballroom. The ballroom was located on the top floor of the hotel with a spectacular view of the city at night. Her eyes went to the large balcony. It was lit with twinkling lights and came with a big bar where attendees could sip wine and enjoy the lights of Fort Worth. The inside was just as nice. The whole space had been turned into an elegant, Monte Carlo-style casino. At least four hundred people gathered in the ballroom. It was wretchedly hard to keep up with who was going where. She had to hope Ian Taggart knew what he was doing.

She caught sight of him as he offered a finely dressed couple a selection of pan-fried dumplings. Ian looked elegant in black eveningwear. He proved charming when the occasion called for it. He was a perfect waiter. Even the head of the wait staff had commented on how she would hire him for any event she had. Every female eye watched him as he made his way through the crowd.

Of course, Ian’s little brother had his share of admirers, too. Grace felt her eyes narrow as one of the HR girls tried her hand at flirting with her Viking. He looked up suddenly, as though he knew she was watching. A small smile played on his sensual lips, and her jealousy vanished. Sean was hers. The other women could come on to him as much as they wanted, but he would always come home to her. She looked down at the ring he’d placed on her finger that morning. It was a full-carat princess cut diamond, and the matching wedding bands, both his and hers, were sitting in the jewelry box on her dresser.

“You said yes.” Matt’s tight voice startled her from her thoughts.

She turned to find him standing beside her, his eyes fixed to the ring on her finger. He was dressed in a suit, but it was already rumpled, and he was working on his fourth Jack and Coke. At least Grace thought it was his fourth. She might have lost count.

“I love him.” Her hand went up to play with the other sign of Sean’s possession. Her fingers curled around the gold heart he’d crawled through the mud to retrieve for her.

“You barely know him.”

Grace wasn’t taking Matt’s crap tonight. She had been very careful around him. She’d avoided going into his office as per Sean’s instructions. The one time she’d had to, she’d called Jake Dean before going in. He’d been sitting at her desk when she’d come out. She was sure Jake had been listening at the door the entire time, waiting to pounce if she’d needed him. “I know him enough to love him. And Matt, you should know that I’m turning in my two week notice on Monday.”

If there was a company to go back to after tonight. No matter the outcome of this evening, she wouldn’t go back. It was time to start another chapter of her life. If Matt came out of this, he would need a new administrative assistant.

His whole face fell. “You’re quitting.”

“It can’t be a surprise to you, Matt, after everything that’s gone on the last several weeks.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I think it’s best if we both move on.”