She suits me in every way. From her laid-back personality to her fierceness in bed.
“Kyle, please,” she whimpers. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“I want to see you coming, sweetheart,” I urge her.
Seconds later, she whimpers as she rides out her climax, and I soon follow and release into her with deep groans.
“What a celebration,” she says with a laugh later on when we’re wrapped around each other, and our breathing is back to normal.
I grin in the darkness. “It’s the best way to celebrate. With the woman you love.”
Her breath hitches, and I feel her looking at me. I press my mouth to hers.
“I love you, Grace,” I tell her, joy bursting in my chest as the words leave my mouth. I’ve been wanting to express my feelings, but the moment has not been right until now.
“I love you too, Jack,” she says, using the name I thought she had long forgotten.
I press another kiss to her lips, and we relax in each other’s arms as sleep gently beckons. It’s the perfect ending to a perfect day.
***
I’m the first to wake up, and after watching Grace sleep for a few minutes, I get an urge to get out of bed. It dawns on me that for the first time last night, I didn’t shower after sex, and neither did the thought cross my mind.
I take a shower while whistling softly so as not to wake Grace up. I pad back to the walk-in closet and get ready for the day, and when I tiptoe out, Grace is still sound asleep.
It’s Saturday, and downstairs, I pop into Chris’s office, and he beckons me in with a smile.
“How was the show?” he asks, and we talk about it for a few minutes. Then he draws my attention to an online article.
Skyler rumored to be eying sexy co-star Kyle Bryce?
The article goes into shocking detail about Skyler’s behavior on set and how she tries to seduce me. With so many people working on the set, it’s hard to know who spilled it, but someone clearly did.
“Is there any truth to it?” Chris asks.
I nod miserably. “Some, but it doesn’t matter; nothing is going to happen there.”
“They say she’s a very determined lady when she wants something or, in this case, someone,” Chris says, but I can tell that he’s teasing by his smile and tone of voice.
“She can be as determined she wants.” I head into my office and sit down at my desk.
I fire up my computer and turn my attention to my emails. There’s plenty to keep me busy, with some emails like the one from my charity and others sent directly to my address, and others forwarded by Chris when he deems it important.
My stomach growls an hour later, and I turn off my computer to go in search of food. Grace beat me to it, and I find her eating scrambled eggs and chatting with Maria.
I bend down to kiss Grace’s cheek. She smells so good and clean. If we had been alone, I would have kissed the hell out of her. I have to satisfy myself by inhaling her sweet scent and the memories from last night. Grace turns me into an animal in bed. She makes me want to do all the dirty things I’ve ever wanted to do with her. I trust her, and I’m not afraid to bare myself to her. I’ve never been this carefree and comfortable with a woman. I’m always afraid they’ll leak something to the press, even if not for cash but to advance their career.
I always dated women in the industry like actresses. Grace is the first woman I’ve been with who is not connected to my industry in any way. And that only happened because I was under disguise at the fire station. In my normal life, I never got an opportunity to interact with people who don’t know who I am. That’s another reason why I trust Grace. She liked me for me, not for the man she sees on screen.
Maria slides a hot cup of black coffee in front of me, serves me some scrambled eggs and toast, and excuses herself. The eggs taste delicious, and I polish off my plate in minutes.
Grace is reading something on her phone with a frown.
“Something wrong?” I ask her.
“It’s my mother,” she says, her voice laced with irritation. “She keeps sending me these links to stories about you, and it drives me crazy. I’ve told her so many times to stop, and she won’t.”
Grace has told me this before, and while it initially irritated me, now it mildly amuses me. It also hits home the fact that many people actually believe everything they read in the tabloids.
“What did she send you this time? I’m married to an alien?”
She shoots me a look. “I love how casually you take all this stuff. It would drive me crazy.”