Grace kissed Sands' well-toned chest, her mind more at ease. "Three times in less than twenty-four hours," she laughed dreamily.
"Day's not over yet, sugarbutt," Sands said, pulling her body closer to his. "You know, I've never had this problem before."
"Problem?"
"Yeah…I can't get enough of you." He kissed her neck.
"So, you're an eternal hornball," Grace laughed. "You're a guy, it's only natural."
"You're going to stay here, right? Blow off that fuckmook?"
Grace sighed. "I can't, Jeffrey. I need to know why he's here."
"Who is he, Gracie? You don't have to tell me or anything, but…"
"It's sweet that you're jealous…"
"I'm not jealous," Sands said defensively. "I just don't play well with others, remember? Especially when someone else wants to play with my…" His hand slipped between her legs, causing her back to arch. "…toys."
Reluctantly, Grace pushed his hand away. "Bad boy."
"Seems to be how you like it," he purred.
"You really wanna know?"
"Yeah, I do."
"His name is Michael Crivelli. We dated for a couple of years, then he proposed…"
"You're engaged?"
"Let me finish…and would that really matter?"
Sands smiled. "No, I wouldn't have done a thing differently. Well, actually, there is this position that…"
"Hey," Grace said, playfully slapping his thigh, "do you want to know this stuff or not?"
"Sorry, I just can't help myself."
"Anyway…we were engaged for a month or so when I discovered that my bank account seemed to have sprung a leak. Long story short, he was stealing from me. I confronted him about it and after a few lame excuses, I called things off. He hounded me for a few months, then Cassie suggested a vacation. I left without him knowing…at least I thought I did – now here he is."
"Want me to kill him? I can do that you know."
"No violence necessary, Jeffrey." She let her head rest on his chest for a moment.
"Is he as devastatingly good looking as I am?"
"Cocky much?"
"All the time, Gracie," he laughed.
"Eyes or no eyes, Jeffrey, you do seem to reserve the right to be full of yourself."
Sands smiled widely. "Someone thinks I'm pretty."
Casting everything to the wind, Grace kissed him again. "You're gorgeous."
"Don't push it, Gracie."
"I'm not trying to." She let her body relax against his. "I really don't want to go…so comfy here…"
"Hey, I'm not the cuddling type, remember?"
"You seem to say you're not a lot of things…then you change your mind."
"You're too damn persuasive," he said, stroking her hair. "I can make things worth staying for."
"You're going to break me."
"I take good care of my things, I swear." His body began to move again and Grace understood the language all too well.
"Hm mm…" She forced herself to sit up. "I have to shower."
"We did that this morning." The smile on Sands' face was the epitome of seductiveness.
"And then you went and got me all sweaty again."
"And you loved…" He sat up and kissed her shoulder. "…every…" Then her neck. "…second of it." He caught her lips.
"You'd better watch it, Jeffrey, you're getting almost romantic on me."
"We can't have that…I'll make up for it after your dinner."
"I might be in a very foul mood after dinner."
"Then I'll make it my duty to make you feel…extraordinary."
"Jeffrey?"
"Hm?"
"You'd better be careful."
"About what?"
"Us."
"What about us?"
Grace bent her head down and licked a trail from just above his bellybutton to the hollow of his neck. "I'm getting too attached."
Makes two of us then… "Physically?"
She kissed him one more time before heading off to the bathroom. "No."
Author's Note: Short chaps, I know….but better short than none at all, right? Right?