Tommy Gabrini 3: Grace Under Fire (The Gabrini Men Series) Read Free Page A

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with him lifting her small body up and into his arms, and his mouth finding
hers in a devastating kiss.  
    When
he allowed her to come back up for air, she smiled.   “I thought you weren’t coming back until
tomorrow!”
    “I
wasn’t,” he said, holding her, rubbing her hair and staring at her, unable to
conceal how thrilled he was to see her again.   “But I missed you.”
    “Oh,
Tommy,” she said, touched by how more and more outwardly affectionate he was
behaving toward her.   She placed her
hands on the side of his incredibly handsome face and kissed him herself.   Which, as usual, he took control and turned
her chaste, sweet kiss, into his miles more experienced, passionate kiss.   She didn’t realize his hands were beneath her
robe, until he began to massage her.  
    That
realization added yet another layer of love to their passion because it
reminded her that he’d been gone for nearly a week and she’d missed, not only
him, but his second-to-none abilities too.
    She
returned his passion, kiss for kiss, as he carried her back upstairs, along the
corridor, and into their bedroom.   He
slammed the doors and had already completely removed her robe by the time he
laid her on the bed.
    She
grinned.   He was even hungrier than she
was.   “It hasn’t been that long,” she
said, as she watched him undress.
    “But
it feels like it.”   He untied and removed
his tie, and began removing his suit coat.
    “Actually,”
Grace said, “you look pretty darn tired, Tommy.”
    “I am
tired.”
    “You
must be hungry too.   Do you want me to
get you something to eat?” She asked this with all sincerity as she moved to
get back up.   But he just as sincerely
pushed her right back down.
    “First
I eat you,” he said, “then we’ll worry about food.”
    Grace
smiled.   “I see Paris didn’t change your
appetite.”
    Tommy
laughed.   “And it never will.”   He tossed his suit coat across the room
almost exactly where her bathrobe had dropped.
    “It’s
only been a week,” she said, lying there naked, slowly parting her thighs so
that he could get a peep at what she knew he wanted most.   Which warmed Tommy’s heart.   Compared to the women of his past, Grace was
as green as grass.   But her lack of
calculation pleased him.   Her lack of
going by some seduction script turned him on.   And seeing that gorgeous brown body of hers lying there, with her legs
parted, was, for Tommy, the ultimate turn on.
    He
stepped out of his shoes as he began unbuckling and unzipping his pants.   “Miss me?” he asked her, staring at her.
    “Oh,
yes,” she gladly responded.   “You know I
do.”
    “I
miss you,” he admitted again, pulling off his pants and briefs.   “In every way.”
    “Every
way?” she asked him.
    “Every
way,” he responded.   He was naked
now.   But Grace had only a second to look
down, at his big, dangling dick, before he was upon her.  
    He
moved his muscular frame on top of her petite body and began sucking and
squeezing her breasts.   He rubbed his
dick against her thighs as he sucked and fondled her.   He rubbed it and rubbed it until it was hard
as steel.   Then he kissed her on the lips
again, and on her face and neck, and then back down to her breasts again.
    His
voice was husky as he sucked her.   “Behaved yourself while I was gone?” He asked this as his mouth covered
her breast.
    “Behaved
yourself?” she asked him, and then she screamed out in ecstasy when he bit her.
    “I
want you, Grace,” he said huskily as he moved down her body, kissing her
stomach, her belly button, the top of her thighs.   “I want to smell you,” he added, smelling her
sweet scent.   “And taste you.”
    She
lifted her knees as he settled between them and parted her legs.   And the man with the beautiful hair, and the
seductively greenish-blue eyes, the man once voted the sexist human being alive
by a Seattle magazine, licked her pussy with a searing lick,