Page 54 of Fall From Grace

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice all husky from arousal.

I nodded. “Very sure.” I tightened my legs around his waist. My Louboutins were still on, and there was no sense taking them off now.

Caleb’s eyes were dark and feral. He nodded and leaned in to kiss me. I arched my head to deepen the kiss, threading my fingers into his hair, and I felt the tip of his dick teasing me where I wanted him most before he began to slip inside.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He hissed as he continued to push into me slowly as though not to hurt me.

Once completely inside me, he moaned and looked down at where we were joined. My eyes followed his, and I let out a breath.

“You’re so tight, Grace,” Caleb rushed out. He stood still for a moment and then tentatively thrust forward.

We both cried out, “Fuck.”

“So tight. So wet. So mine.” His hand ghosted down my body, clutching my hip. Caleb used it as leverage to get deeper and deeper, quickening his movements as he plowed into me.

I pulled my hand away from his hair since I was practically ripping it from his head and moved it down to his back. I bucked into his thrusts, meeting him halfway. His groans matched my moans. The sounds coming from the room were sensual, desperate, erotic, and ravenous.

All I needed at the moment was him. Closer. Faster.

I forgot any and all of my worries and troubles.

All that existed was us.

Caleb moved me so I was lying fully back on the pool table, then drove into me, deep and unrelenting. His thumb moved down to my lower lips and rubbed until I was crying out as my second orgasm took form. “Oh God.”

“God’s not here, Grace,” Caleb joked, continuing to take me deeper.

“Caleb,” I cried out as I came for the second time.

He pulled me up to him once more, giving me zero time to recover from my orgasm. His lips crashed into mine. He gripped my thigh tighter and then pulled away from the kiss. I panted as his damp forehead leaned against my own.

“You feel incredible,” Caleb growled, nipping at my bottom lip.

His hands helped guide my hips as he chased his own release. My movements started to falter as another wave of pleasure came close. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity ofour lovemaking. My fingernails dug into his back, marking him yet again. My walls tightened around him, and I felt him start to come. With one final thrust, he collapsed, burying his face into my neck.

“Grace,” was all he said, but the way he said it spoke volumes.

Somewhere after postcoital talk and cleaning up, I asked Caleb to make sure he deleted the security footage. Last thing I needed was a sex tape.

But there was another mishap. In my haste and horniness, I forgot to bring a top and a change of shoes. Thankfully Caleb had extra staff T-shirts in the supply closet, so he gifted me with one.

So here I was working in the jeans I thankfully packed, a black tee with Bar emblazoned across the back, and fancy heels. I screamed hot mess.

My phone rang, and once I saw who was calling, I excused myself. As I was hit with the crisp November air, I spoke “hello” into the receiver, bracing myself.

“Grace, what the hell is going on with you? Are you still with that guy? Are you out of your mind? What is the matter with you?” She bombarded me with questions, not even bothering to reciprocate my hello.

“A lot is the matter, Mother,” I yelled into the phone. “A lot is the matter with me. With you.” I rubbed my arms to keep warm.

“What?” Jacqueline started but I had to say my piece.

“I’m so sick of pretending to beyourGrace,” I spat and then took a deep breath, leaning against the doorway of the bar. “But you don’t want to hear about any of it, do you? You’re okay with going on with life as though nothing has happened. But shit did happen, Mom.”

“Grace, is your sister’s disapproval of me always going to trump everything I’ve ever done for you?” Jacqueline huffed in the receiver. “I’m the one who helped you get to the top and for what?” She paused. “For you to?—”

“I know I messed up in your eyes, Mom. But I’m happy here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”

“Work? Grace, you’re working?”