***"Ah.” Noah sighed as he held Grace's trembling body in his arms. Yes, he sensed something had gone wrong, but he wasn't sure what. Grace, panting, remained still, trying to collect herself. She didn't push him away, just stayed there.Noticing her reaction, or her non reaction he signed again. The moment she saw the ring he brought out, the light faded from her eyes, and it was replaced by a terrified expression as she stared at him, as if she'd seen a ghost. Mrs. Hail was right—Grace was far from okay. What he still couldn't figure out was why the sight of the ring scared her.“You know," Noah began in a calm voice, "for a second there, when I saw the terrified look on your face, I almost believed that I was holding a murder weapon and not a ring," Noah said, and in that moment, he heard her chuckle.Grace sighed. She knew what she had just seen was nothing but an illusion, something her guilty mind had conjured up when she came in contact with anything resembling an object from

***As Grace sipped her tea, her eyes on the clock hanging by the door, she felt anxiety. Noah was coming back to her tonight; she was sure of it. The message he sent merely confirmed it. She didn’t need to read it to know what it said. His words were already imprinted on her heart.Regret weighed heavily on her. She had spent half her life second-guessing her choices. If only she hadn’t decided to study outside Canada, her father might still be alive. The memory of him jumping in to save her haunted her. If he hadn’t made that sacrifice, he and her mother would still be together, and he might have been the loving father to the children they never had.The ache of loss was something Grace knew too well. She had already lost one of the most important people in her life and now stood on the verge of losing another. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she sank into the sofa, exhaustion pulling at her. For the first time in what felt like ages, her mind and dreams found a rare moment of peac

***Noah groaned in frustration as he moved to the door, grabbing a chair pillow to cover his raging hard-on. Grace stood behind him, breathless, trying to calm her throbbing heart. She could practically hear its pounding and wondered if he could too.As Noah turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, a young man in his twenties, wearing a red and black outfit, stood there with a wide smile."Hi, someone ordered pizza?" he said."Pizza...?" Noah turned to Grace, who instantly gasped."Ah, shit. I forgot about that," she murmured, hurrying to the money she had left on the table. "Before you came in, I had ordered some food. I was too lazy to cook," she explained as Noah stepped back, allowing her to deal with the delivery guy.In any other situation, with any other guy, this interruption might have killed the mood. But not for Noah. If anything, his desire was stronger than ever. If he could take her right there in front of the pizza guy, he doubted she would ever forgive him. His h

Continuation.... ...... Instead of ending her desire, her exquisite climax triggered an urgent need to have him inside her yet again.This time, when she pulled on his head and hair, he came away willingly, covering her body with urgent kisses as he slid back up her. In a hurry, he spread her thighs wide and rammed into the still-quivering heat of her body, at last claiming his own release.“You’re mine, Grace, don’t you ever forget that,” he ground out, collapsing onto her, his body still jerking as the last of his tremors subsided. “Because I’m here to stay.”“I’m glad,” she whispered, tightening her arms and legs around his sweat-misted body. “This is where I want you to be.”‐---Grace awoke early, with a new energy and optimism that she hadn’t expected to feel again after that terrible incident that had left her empty. She rolled her head to the