Page 18 of Saving Grace
Dropping his head and pressing his face into my midsection, he inhaled me.
I moaned, not meaning to.
“Damn, I missed the fuck out of you.” He whispered the words so only we could hear.
“Did you miss me Grace? Did you think about me each day we were apart like I thought about you?”
I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.
Of course, I had. I wanted to tell him as much, but I couldn't formulate the words. His confession had my heart feeling as if it was in my throat.
Without warning, Atticus shoved my upper body to the side.
I heard movement behind me.
Suddenly I remembered Marcus
“Shit.” I was tripping. The moment Atticus’ fingers had touched my skin I’d forgotten my husband was in the room with us.
I tried to move.
Atticus’ grip tightened.
“Don’t you move an inch.” He commanded, before directing orders at Marcus.
“Sit down, Mr. Davis.” The ice in his tone was frigid.
Everything in me wanted to turn around to see what Marcus’ response would be. A petty part of me wanted to witness him be bullied. Especially after all I had learned.
But I didn’t, as much as I wanted to see the fear in his eyes. I didn’t want him to see the lust in mine.
“Now, Mr. Davis.” he rasped while trailing his fingers along my panty line.
I berated myself mentally.What the heck is wrong with you, why are you allowing this?I screamed inwardly,but I didn’t attempt to stop him. My legs spread further, giving him better access to my pussy.
“We’ve already established that you’re a hardheaded motherfucker, not even worth the price of the bullet I want to put into your skull, and you’re damn sure worth less than the two million you owe me, but I’m about to let you walk out of here scot-free. My only caveat is… I want you gone. Out of Florida, out of our lives. I don’t want to see you in any of my places of business. Don’t let my name find its way out of your mouth and Gra-” He started to say my name but quickly corrected himself. “Veronica is no longer your wife. That means all communications between you two are dead, or you’re dead. It’s all up to you, the ball is in your court.”
Atticus stood, swallowing up the modicum of space between us. I was forced to sit on the desk or be knocked over.
“To prove that she is no longer yours, I want you to watch what happens next very carefully.”
Atticus leaned into me. His lips caressed my ear when he spoke, causing my insides to clinch and heat to flood my veins.
His voice was filled with carnal sin when he rasped. “Next time, I’ll make it better for you.
Before I could ask him to clarify what his words meant, he lifted me to my feet, then spun me. A gasp of shock escaped from my mouth.
He pushed me so that my chest and torso lay flat against the desk. My panties were ripped from my body.
My dress flipped up. The frigid air on my ass caused goosebumps to erupt all over my skin.
The unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled, metal against metal was loud as thunder.
His grip on my waist tightened as he pushed into me in one swift stroke.
It was the last thing I expected him to do. To fuck me right there in front of my husband. It staggered me. It was thought and common-sense erasing. I knew there would be consequences. The baser part of me didn’t care. My pussy wanted me to shut my eyes and enjoy how he felt inside of me until my mind caught up to what was happening.
My brain screamed for me to protest, to fight him, to do anything but let him fuck me.