Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
They stumbled down the hall until they fell through Mirage’s bedroom door and onto his bed.
Grace went face down, ass up while he pulled on his stiff cock.
Eager and so damn sexy.
Mirage flipped Grace over until he was on his back.
“Oh, don’t you worry. I’m gonna go so deep inside you until you’re fuckin’ delirious. But first…” Mirage inched up Grace’s body until his cock caressed his bottom lip.
Grace opened as if it were instinct and licked the head, making Mirage jerk his hips.
“Mmm, damn. I’m gonna bury my dick in your mouth, Grace, and I don’t want you to make one fuckin’ sound. Not a single moan or grunt while I do.”
Grace nodded, his eyelids fluttering against his cheek.
“I want to make love to your silence. To your language that speaks only to me.”
Grace
Grace was back in his field gear by twenty-three thirty, ready to proceed with the second part of their investigation, but his body was still thrumming from the pounding Mirage had blessed him with.
One thing was for sure: he was glad of his enhanced endurance and resiliency against pain. Because an ordinary man could not have withstood the strength of Mirage’s hips and the force he used to drive his cock into his ass.
Grace was sitting on Mirage’s couch reviewing the guard rotation schedule. He and Meridian were to muscle anyone who got in their way while Ex and Mirage hacked into the computers and downloaded all classified information in the hope of finding any other Ravens.
Grace leaned back against the soft couch and looked around Mirage’s condo at the cool gray walls.
The interior was a blend of polished concrete floors, functional furnishings, and steel accents that exuded modern minimalism. The open layout flowed from the living area to the basic kitchen.
There were no extravagant adornments on the walls or ostentatious designer furniture.
Mirage hadn’t understated the lack of bells and whistles in his kitchen. His white GE refrigerator didn’t even have an ice maker. And there was no dinette set, only a couple of stools around his bare island.
If Grace opened the freezer, he had no doubt it would be overflowing with Hungry-Man frozen meals.
The ones that tricked Mirage into thinking he was a chef who could actually make meatloaf or beer-battered chicken.
I need to get my kitchen done, or else I’m gonna starve—or worse, have to eat the cafeteria food—if I stay here too long.
Grace
They had fifteen minutes before Ex and Meridian arrived.
Grace pulled out his phone and made an appointment with the same interior designer he’d used before. He’d convinced the owner of the costly firm that his job was the head of personnel for the architect firm on the first floor, and the designer, Giorgio, was none the wiser.
Mirage was standing at his counter, clicking away on his laptop, studying the layout of the lab and the director’s floor.
Grace couldn’t help but come up behind him and slip his arms around Mirage’s waist.
He relished the slight smile that played across Mirage’s lips while he stayed focused on the screen.
“Haven’t you had enough?” Mirage murmured.
Grace pulled down the collar of Mirage’s hickory-colored turtleneck and kissed behind his neck before he placed his lips against the inside of his ear.
“I’ll never have enough of you,” he moaned.
Mirage gave a fierce shudder before he spun and smashed his mouth over his, kissing him with so much energy that it was only seconds before Grace’s cock turned to steel.
“You know what your voice does to me, don’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.” He nodded, giving Mirage a little more.
Grace hefted Mirage onto the stool, grabbed his ass, and pulled him flush against his groin.
Mirage wrapped his legs around Grace’s waist, the heels of his combat boots digging into the back of his legs.
He wound his body between Mirage’s spread thighs, pressing his cock against his abdomen.
“Holy shit.” Mirage leaned back, his eyes lowered as he stared at Grace’s mouth. “More.”
Mirage cradled his cheeks, then licked his lips. “Give me more,” he whispered breathlessly.
Grace eased his hands up Mirage’s back, then leaned in until their foreheads touched.
“I think I’m feeling love for the first time in my life,” Grace confessed.
Mirage almost choked on his own breath.
“I don’t know what love is for sure,” Grace continued. “But I do know my whole world revolves around you. So if that’s love…then no one will ever love you more than me.”
Grace didn’t give Mirage a chance to reply as he kissed him with the weight of every word he’d said.
Given the way Mirage keened into his mouth and returned the passion ten-fold, there was no need for Mirage to say he loved him back. Grace felt it deep in his core.
They kissed, caressed, and loved on each other until there was a knock at the door.
Grace eased away and slowly pulled Mirage’s hood over his head.