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Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189: Grace: Oh My Goddess

The sound of my harsh breathing is all I can hear after I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to think about how I desperately need to change my underwear.

And how the washcloth will actually need to be used for its proper purpose.

And how I’m really, really hoping Andrew’s dead fucking asleep, because if he isn’t, he fucking knows what happened in here and I. Am. Mortified.

Horny Grace has already gotten what she wanted—well, to an extent—and has fled in the face of rational, calm, normal, oh-my-Goddess-what-did-we-do Grace.

Caine’s warmth disappears from my back, and the wicked washcloth suddenly starts wiping down my thighs with a more clinical touch.

My body doesn’t care what his intentions are, because it gets all sparky and ready for round two, but I shove down all those embarrassing thought processes before they get started, realizing I’m a little... dizzy.

Cloth barrier or not, there was still some energy transferring. And it definitely got more intense toward the end. And... I’d told myself I was going to focus on it and didn’t.

Not even a little bit.

I was rather... preoccupied.

Caine taps against my knee, and each one sends a flush of arcana his way, not that he seems aware of it at all.

Obediently lowering my leg and straightening so I’m a little less wanton, I crack my eyes open and peer over my shoulder.

He’s kneeling behind me, looking focused and calm as he wipes what I’m pretending is water, okay, water, off my legs.

Then the floor.

And then he stands, and my eyes are now wide, wide open as they stare directly at his crotch.

Horny Grace got what she wanted. She did. And she definitely shouldn’t throw a fit over it, because Caine’s little friend—scratch that, his very large, very obvious friend—did not get the same treatment.

Caine gives a light cough and I guiltily flick my gaze away, heat crawling up my neck so fast I might combust. I’m too mortified to turn around and face him properly.

But then he’s there, looming behind me again, both hands pressing against the counter on either side of me. His body cages mine without actually touching it, and the heat of him radiates against my back, and his gaze meets mine in the mirror and this is way too hot.

Nope. Abort. Cannot go further. Bad idea.

"What were you looking at, Grace?" he asks, his voice a low, sexy, inviting rumble of sin and wanton pleasure.

Nope.

Nuh-uh.

Not taking this invitation.

But the way my name rolls off his tongue sends a spark straight down to my clit and I squeeze my thighs together, pretending we’re in public surrounded by like, a hundred people. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Even Horny Grace wouldn’t climb him like a fucking tree with a hundred people watching.

I think.

Maybe.

No. I’m done. Scratch that, I need capitals: I’m DONE. I got what I needed. I do not need to react this way. This bathroom is approximately seventy square feet (give or take fifty since math and geometry are not my strong suits) of terrible decision-making, and I’ve already made my quota for the night.

Come to think of it, I’ve met a lot of personal quotas tonight. From zombie dreams to pseudo-fucking in the bathroom.

Is it a full moon? It kind of feels like it should be a full moon.

Chapter 189: Grace: Oh My Goddess 1

My eyes dip a little lower—an involuntary glance, I swear—at the hard length of him still readily visible against his pants. My lips feel suddenly dry, and I wet them without thinking.

I’d even agree to murdering a man if he asks me like that.

Chapter 189: Grace: Oh My Goddess 2

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