1. Grace
Chapter 1
Grace
T he atmosphere in Hooplas is electric, a chaotic symphony of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional cheer from the corner where someone just won a pool game. The air practically vibrates with excitement, the entire town packed into this bar to celebrate Kate’s comeback—the reopening of the Bean it’s fierce, desperate, like all the anger between us has been set ablaze. His hands are on my waist, pulling me closer, and I’m kissing him back with a hunger I didn’t know I had.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this is reckless and stupid, that it’s the worst possible thing I could be doing. But right now, with Kane’s lips on mine and his hands igniting a fire under my skin, I don’t care. I don’t care about the consequences, the complications, or the fact that I might hate him and myself even more tomorrow.
Kane's touch ignites a fire within me, his strong hands gliding over my curves with possessive hunger. The cool surface of the conference table presses against my thighs as he lifts me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his muscular waist.
"Gracie," he breathes against my skin, his voice deep and husky. His lips find my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone. A gasp escapes me as his teeth graze my sensitive flesh, sending shivers down my spine. I arch towards him, craving more of his intoxicating touch.
My fingers thread through his dark, silky hair. I tug gently, urging him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me .
He responds with a low growl, his hands sliding up my sides to the zipper of my dress. With agonizing slowness, he pulls it down, exposing my lace bra to his hungry gaze.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, cupping my breasts in his large hands. His thumbs brush over my hardened nipples through the delicate fabric, and I can't hold back the moan that escapes my lips.
My mind races, caught between disbelief and overwhelming desire. How long have I fantasized about this moment? About Kane's hands on me, his lips claiming mine? I can’t admit that right now.
His hands continue their sensual exploration, and I lose myself in the pleasure of his touch, all thoughts of the party just outside this room fading away.
"Fuck, Gracie," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're beautiful."
His words ignite a fire within me, burning away any last shred of hesitation. My hands move of their own accord, pushing up the fabric of his crisp white, blue-stained shirt. I need to feel his skin against mine, to trace every contour of his body.
I can feel his heart pounding beneath my fingertips, its rapid rhythm matching my own. The realization that he's just as affected as I am sends a thrill through me.
Kane's searing kiss leaves me breathless. As our lips move together, I continue to explore his torso, marveling at the strength I feel beneath my touch. Each defined muscle is a testament to his dedication to his job, his drive – qualities that have always drawn me to him.
Our lips crash against each other, and the taste of vodka on his tongue ignites a fire within me. His kisses are urgent, desperate, as if he's afraid I might disappear at any moment. His hands roam over my body with feverish intensity, leaving trails of heat in their wake .
"Kane," I gasp between kisses, arching into his touch. "Please..."
He groans, his fingers finding the clasp of my bra. With practiced ease, he unhooks it, and I feel the garment loosen around me, freeing my breasts.
The cool air of the room makes me shiver, but Kane's warm hands are there immediately, cupping my flesh. I can't help the moan that escapes me as his thumbs brush over my hardened nipples.
"You're breathtaking," he whispers, his voice filled with awe.
I blush, feeling vulnerable yet empowered under his intense gaze. "Touch me," I plead, my own voice barely recognizable, thick with desire.
Kane doesn't need to be told twice. His hand trails down my stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake. My breath hitches as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of my panties. I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily as he slides a finger along my wet folds, teasing my most sensitive spot.
"Kane," I whimper, my mind clouded with pleasure. "I need... Please," I whisper, my voice hoarse with need. "I need you inside me."
My words hang in the air, heavy with desire. Kane's eyes darken, pupils dilating as he drinks in the sight of me. His fingers still tease me mercilessly, sending jolts of electricity through my body. I'm trembling, every nerve ending on fire, desperate for more.
Kane chuckles darkly, his breath hot against my skin. "As you wish, beautiful."
His lips brush against my ear as he speaks, and I shiver at the promise in his voice. My heart races, anticipation building within me. Kane's free hand traces the curve of my waist, his touch both hurried and possessive.
I clutch at his shoulders, fingers digging into the taut muscles. The scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering vodka on his breath intoxicates me further. I'm drowning in sensation, lost in the moment, craving the ultimate connection between us.
In one swift movement, Kane unbuttons his jeans, freeing his hard length. I feel him hot and throbbing against my thigh, and a shiver of desire courses through me. He positions himself at my entrance, and with one swift thrust, he fills me, stretching me deliciously.
I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. The conference table creaks beneath us, the sound of its protests adding to the eroticism of the moment. Kane's eyes never leave mine, burning with intensity.
The sound of our flesh slapping together fills the room, the heady scent of arousal mingling with the scent of expensive leather. Our pace quickens, our breathing ragged and uneven. My orgasm builds, coiling tightly in my abdomen, as Kane pounds into me relentlessly.
"Kane," I moan, my back arching as the pleasure builds. "Oh god, I'm... I'm..."
"That's it, beautiful," he grunts, his voice strained with effort. "Let go for me. I want to feel your release around me."
With those words, my climax rips through me like a tidal wave, obliterating all thought and reason. I cry out his name, my body shuddering and convulsing around him as he, too, loses himself, moaning my name like a prayer.
We lay here, entangled on the conference table, our hearts still racing. He brushes the hair from my face, his dark eyes softening. “That was…” He trails off, searching for words.
My mind instantly catches up with my actions. I can’t believe what I just did and with Kane , no less. I jump up quickly, putting myself back together again as I stumble off the conference table barely able to stand on my own two feet.
“Gracie. What’s wrong? What’s happening here?” He asks as he stands there watching me with his cock still hanging out of his jeans.
I make it to the door and turn around to face him while waving my free hand through the air, “This never happened.” I turn the knob and bolt out of the door and back through the crowded bar, ducking my head so not to catch the eyes of my friends. I don’t need them to know what I just did.
I can barely believe it myself.