Page 70 of The Devil's Deceit

“It was lovely of him to give me away. It touched me deeply.”

“I wasn’t sure how you’d take it. Can’t have been easy for you today only having Juliet here.”

“No,” she murmurs. “It wasn’t.”

“Well, don’t worry. You have a huge family now. You’re a De Vil forever.” I laugh. “That makes it sound like a life sentence. Although, in some ways it is.” I lean back so I can look into her eyes. It’s so much easier for me to read her when I do that. “I hope you’ll be happy here, Grace even after, as you pointed out earlier, this inferno between us cools.”

Her gaze flicks from one eye to the other, then drops to my mouth. “I’m sure I will be.”

Lowering my head, I kiss her, but not like I want to. I’m too conscious of the open stares, and I’m actually a pretty private guy. The things I want to do to Grace are not for prying eyes. I’m not Tobias, who thinks of sex as a spectator sport.

“Ready to sneak out?”

“More than ready.”

“Then, let’s go.”

With her hand firmly in mine, I power through the guests, beelining for the door. If anyone gets in my way, they’re likely to be mown down. Someone calls my name as I reach the stairs, but I ignore them. By the time we get to the second floor, the noise tapers off. As instructed, the staff have muted the lighting throughout my apartment and turned down the bed. Grace’s solitary suitcase, which honestly broke me a bit, is propped up against the sofa. She deserves the world, and I’m going to give it to her. This intense lust between us might not last forever, but I still want to shower her with all the things she’s never been able to afford forherself.

“I had the staff bring up your bag, but I told them not to unpack in case you didn’t like the idea of strangers touching your personal items. But if you want them to, I can have them do it in the morning.”

She angles her head to one side. “You’re a good man, Christian. A thoughtful man. I wouldn’t have liked my personal things riffled through by strangers, so thank you.”

“Ready for my halo any day now.”

“Let’s not overdo it. We don’t want you to get a swelled head.”

“No. My swelled dick is more than enough.”

Her eyes automatically track south. It’s when they linger and she licks her lips that I can’t hold back. I snap a hand around the back of her neck and yank her to me. My mouth smashes down on hers, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for the upper hand. Kissing Grace is heavenly. More than that, it’s an out of body experience. My entire body tingles, my stomach dipping and rolling with each sweep of her tongue and each little groan that echoes in her throat. Her hands burrow beneath my morning jacket, roving over my chest and my back as if she wants to tunnel beneath my skin.

I release her, my chest heaving. Reaching into her hair, I remove the pins holding it in place one by one and watch as it gently falls in soft waves around her creamy shoulders.

“Beautiful,” I murmur.

Her dress is one of those without zips or buttons, and I’m all for it. I slide the straps over her arms, and the entire thing slithers to the floor and gathers around her feet. Kicking off my shoes, I simultaneously shrug off my jacket and toss it behind me.

The freedom is all Grace needs. With deft fingers, she has the buttons of my shirt undone within seconds,my tie unknotted, and my torso bare. The feel of her tits squished up against me causes a thirsty groan to rumble through my chest.

She wastes no time taking off my trousers and boxers. This is different from last time. Then, she seemed happy to cede control to me. Now? Well, now she is firmly in control. And I’m clearly not going fast enough for her, because she unfastens her bra with one hand and rolls down her knickers with the other.

“In a rush?”

“Yes,” she gasps, clawing at my skin like an alley cat defending its territory. “Problem?”

“Christ, no. I’m all yours.”

One shove of her hand to the center of my chest, and I fall back onto the bed. She’s on me a second later, caging me with her thighs. My dick is pointed north, so hard the crown is a deep purple, the veins along the shaft more pronounced than I’ve ever seen them. I grip my length and squeeze, moaning at the fleeting relief.

Grace pushes my hand away and replaces it with her own.

“Your hand makes my dick look huge.”

She giggles. “Such a male thing to say.”

“It does, though. I think we should walk around like this all day. I’d be a legend in my own time.”

Her giggles turn into a belly laugh. “Christian. I’m trying to be serious here.”