Chapter Forty-four: Call It Love (NSFW)

Grace’s Point of View

A smirk formed on my face as I thought back to the image of Rei eyeing that box of condoms and how she had been a mixture of excitement and nerves for her date tonight. As I threw her clothes into the dryer and added a scented sheet, I headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I didn’t sleep much last night and desperately needed a caffeine fix.

As I sipped my coffee, I counted down in my head until it happened. Like clockwork, off-key singing erupted from the bathroom as Rei started singing off-key at the top of her lungs and enthusiastically in the shower. I giggled, wondering what Xavier would think about Rei channelling her inner Disney princess and singing about how she couldn’t hold it back anymore and needed to let it go, let it go.

It was a good sign, though. Rei only sang in the shower when she was happy and deep in thought. I hoped that the night went well for my friend, and that Xavier waited until tomorrow to talk to her. The man was only going to c.ock block himself if he did. The conversation could wait until tomorrow. They needed to take this opportunity to enjoy each other in every possible way.

I twirled a strand of my long brown hair around my finger as I replayed the events of last night in my mind. I didn't know what to expect when I agreed to go home with Aamon. After helping me bring my things to a guest room, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. At first, I wasn't sure how far things would go, but then his finger traced my chin, and his intense gaze left me weak in the knees. When he playfully teased me about hiding under my bed if I kept being naughty, I felt a switch flip inside me. I lost all control, and my desire for him consumed me.

I knelt before him, eagerly tracing my hands up his chiselled thighs and over his rapidly engorging bulge. Whispering how I was desperate to taste him once more, I gradually pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing the throbbing erection within. My lips traced a path around his groin and pelvis, my fingertips teasingly brushing against his balls. Aamon's head fell back in ecstasy as I tantalizingly licked his balls while my nails lightly grazed over his firm ass.

I remembered how Aamon loved it when I used the top side of my tongue when licking his p.enis, so I started with that. With practiced precision, I used the top side of my tongue to tease and tantalize his length, relishing in the way his body trembled beneath me. I circled my tongue around the tip before taking him deep into my mouth. With his hand tangled in my hair, he thrust himself into me, causing tears to stream down my face and saliva to drip from my lips. Finally, he released himself into my mouth, filling me with his salty essence, which I greedily swallowed.

“Moja piękna miłości, co ze mną robisz?” Aamon growled as he threw me on the bed, tearing off my clothes before entering me.

It didn’t surprise me that my ex was rock-hard and ready again so soon. Aamon had always been a passionate lover with immense stamina.

He repeated the words like a sacred mantra: "You're mine. You've always been mine. I love you, Grace, my Love." With each declaration, he marked my body as his own until we lay together, spent and overwhelmed by the emotions we had denied for far too long.

I drifted off to sleep with Aamon stroking my hair, whispering, “Mój, zawsze byłeś mój. Kocham Cię Grace, moja Miłość,” yet again.

I blinked my eyes and quickly took a big gulp of my coffee. I would need several cups to make sure I had my witts about me today with the kids. I realized at that moment I would need to stop referring to Aamon as my ex, even if only to myself. After last night, it was clear I belonged to Aamon and him alone.

Aamon’s Point of View

I shifted my weight in my office chair, lightly tapping my index finger on the desk's surface as I spoke.

“Get four of our most reliable operatives to watch Grace and the children closely. As for Rei and Xavier, we'll need two additional personnel who can blend in seamlessly with their appearance and behaviour. Lillianna is expected to show up at the little Italian restaurant where Xavier originally made reservations, so we'll have Ethan Steele arrange for two of his people to keep the reservation and keep an eye out for her."

“I’ll make sure it happens, boss,” she answered.

“Going to the restaurant with your new boyfriend would be ideal. It would help make things look natural so that Lillianna thinks the reservation was given to you instead,” I said.

“I don’t think he’ll mind a date tonight, especially if it is my treat. Reservations are hard to get at that establishment,” she grinned.

"Great, it's nice to see that this benefits everyone," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

“What happened last night? You messaged that you had been compromised, but when our second set of eyes drove past Lillianna, she was literally screaming at the trees, standing in the forest with her motorcycle parked on the side of the road,” I recounted with concern.

“Someone was tailing me, and I thought it was Lillianna. I ditched the car and called Ethan Steele as was the protocol if Lillianna discovered me so she wouldn’t know of my connection to you. If it wasn’t her, I don’t know who it was,” she said with concern.

Was it possible that there was even more at play here? With so many people involved, this dangerous game was becoming increasingly complicated. My top priority was protecting Grace and her children, but at the same time, I couldn't ignore the threat to my informant. Who was behind all of this, and what were their motives? I needed to tread carefully but act quickly before anyone else got caught in this dangerous web of secrets and lies.