Chapter 1

Grace POV

I was in a bit of a hurry as I entered the kitchen. I'm out of breath either from exhaustion or because of what I just saw.

"Damn you, Al! He almost got me in trouble," I cursed after gulping down a full glass of water that I took from the fridge. I glanced at Albert's room---but everyone called him Al. I'm sure the man must be laughing uproariously laughing at me.

"You bastard!"

I don't know if I should regret it or not for agreeing to follow Al to his house. But, he's my best friend since we were little. I always tell him all the complaints and problems that happen to me. Vice versa. I can not refuse his request even though it sometimes ends up pissing me off.

I took a deep breath and gently pinched the bridge of my nose. the feeling hasn't gone away either and I don't think it will ever go away if it isn't resolved.

Yes. My desire is on the top of the head because of Al's behavior earlier. If I didn't leave quickly there would be big trouble in that house.

So now what to do with my throbbing bottom? Even I can feel the incredible humidity there. To be honest it was very uncomfortable.

"Grace?" Someone's call from behind startled me. I was startled and immediately turned around.

"Uncle Paul," my great-grandson slowly saw the existence of Uncle Paul, Al's father. "I'm very thirsty," I continued holding up the empty glass. Somehow I feel so stupid in front of this 48 year old man.

But which mature woman is not embarrassed by the sight in front of her. Uncle Paul only wore a white towel covering his private area. Some men might look old at that age, but not Uncle Paul.

The man actually looks very sexy and charming with a body shape that is still very perfect that he gets from exercising in the gym every day. The muscles on his body were imprinted clearly like a sculpture. Exotic skin color with beads of sweat like melted honey adds to the sexy impression that is even more visible.

Unlucky! I swallowed my own saliva without being able to take my eyes off. Why did I just realize the charm of that man?

"Uncle is also thirsty. Could you please get me a drink?" Uncle Paul asked, waking me up from my long daydream about him.

I nod quickly, turning around to grab a bottle in the fridge. But before I could turn around I felt something hit my back. The sensation is hot and wet.

"What are you doing, Grace?"

My body froze and shivered at the same time. Turns out it was Uncle Paul. What is he doing? And why did he have to whisper in my ear to make the pulse in my core grow stronger?

"Wa-what do you mean?" I asked a little confusion. Pretend not to understand. moreover Uncle Paul pressed his body even more making me desperately hold back my sighs. Something hard touched my sensitive buttocks even with a small touch.

"You think I don't know what you were doing with Al?"

Shit! My inner scream. I thought I had gone at the right time but I still got caught by Uncle Paul. I closed my eyes briefly. The bottle in hand is now an outlet for my feelings of guilt.

"I'm sorry, Uncle. I really didn't mean to see it. it was all Al's idea" I said telling the truth. Damn Al! I'm really in trouble for it now.

I felt Uncle Paul's body begin to move away. I thought I would survive but when he quickly closed the refrigerator door and turned my body towards him, it was not over. the man squeezed my body between.

his body and the refrigerator. Uncle Paul's body is tall enough to make me have to look up to look at him.

The man had emerald green eyes very similar to Al's. Very unique and beautiful.

"Is it true?" Uncle Paul asked, not taking his eyes off my eyes in the slightest.

"Yes," I answered curtly with my heart racing twice.

Uncle Paul pulled one corner of his lips showing a domineering grin. Instantly my body stiffened when I felt Uncle Paul's big hand gently stroking my thigh. I was only wearing shorts making the man freely touch my bare skin.

"Uncle Paul...." It sounded more like a sigh.

"Why? Isn't this what you want?" he asked hoarsely but instead sounded sexy in my hearing senses.

My body tensed even more when Uncle Paul's hands reached the center of my body. Swipe it gently. Back and forth under my pants.

Oh, damn it! I can no longer think straight. I admit this is what I want. Since seeing Uncle Paul make love to the woman he brought to the house earlier, it makes all my nerves want to be touched by him. This is all because of Al who invited me to peek at his father making love.

"Ahh...." Damn moan finally escaped from my mouth when Uncle Paul put his hand in my shorts stroking mine softly without a barrier, my common sense has completely disappeared. Unknowingly my hands.

were wrapped perfectly around his sturdy neck. looked up to enjoy the play of his hands so skillful.

Uncle Paul let go of his hand then lifted my body to sit at the kitchen table. We stared at each other in silence. I smiled gently and stroked Uncle Paul's.

slightly wet hair. whether because of water or sweat from his love affair with the woman earlier. My slender hands then descended towards his face which was grown with quite fine and neat hair.

Maybe he deliberately grew it to make it look more macho and dignified. He smiled and cupped my lips with a hot kiss.

I tried to keep up with his game and it was the first time I felt really overwhelmed. Uncle Paul's hands roamed my body again. He seemed to know if there is a desire that must be completed. kisses now roaming down my neck slender.

"Don't make a mark there!" I said stopping the action.

He looked up at me and smiled sweetly. "You take it easy, honey." Those words put me at ease a little.

Uncle Paul returned to continue the action. he really kept his promise not to leave his mark on my body. Mouth and lips work on the top of my body while his hands are busy toying with the center of my body brought there.

I only wore cloth shorts so Uncle Paul didn't have to open them. just sliding his hand on the side is enough for two of his fingers to sink into the center of me.

"Ughhhh..."

I groaned feeling his fingers begin to move. At first it was slow but gradually it got faster.

Ah---ummpptthh..." My sigh was held back when Uncle Paul suddenly stuffed my mouth with his thick lips.

"Don't be so loud. What if Al hears it?" whispered Uncle Paul after our link was released.

That is true. Inside there is Al who can come at any time. Instantly there was a sense of fear and guilt.

assailed me. How will Albert react to this indecent behavior of his friend and father?

Maybe he will be very disappointed. Or at worst Al no longer wants to see me.

I'm sorry, Albert.