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Grace

“Mission begins in seventy-two hours,” Mirage said to the Blacks after they stepped off the elevator.

They’d found some corruption in the director. He’d been receiving funds from other countries to orchestrate illegal missions, espionage, aiding and abetting international terrorists, and the list went on.

But one thing at a time.

First the Greens, then the director.

He and Grace walked down the hall, stopping in front of their doors.

“You going to check out your new kitchen?” Mirage smiled at him.

Grace nodded.

He was anxious to see what Giorgio had done. He’d had Grace’s basic instruction on his must-haves, and he’d left it up to the designer to add whatever embellishments he thought Grace would like.

“Sounds like you want some alone time…”

What ?

“I’ll see you in the morning. I’ll be in the cafeteria for break—”

The fuck you will.

Grace pushed Mirage against the wall, much like he’d done before, and used his chest to pin him down.

Mirage gazed up at him and then released a long-suffering sigh.

“I don’t want to monopolize all your time, Grace. You’re allowed a night to yourself.”

Grace gripped the back of Mirage’s neck, glaring into his pretty gray eyes.

Did I gesture in any way that I wanted to be alone? I just fuckin’ told you I think I love you, Mirage. You dare leave my side?

Mirage bit his bottom lip and shook his head.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Grace yanked Mirage off the wall and pulled him into his chest. He slammed his mouth over Mirage’s and kissed him with all the fire he had burning inside.

Mirage moaned in surrender and opened for the chastisement.

It was a passionate yet tumultuous kiss. A fusion of their new love and raw frustration of the misunderstanding.

The kiss burned down and then diffused into simmering embers that Grace licked until they cooled.

Now you know to never suggest that shit again.

Mirage brushed their cheeks together. “Forgive me.”

Grace took Mirage’s hand and pulled him into his condo.