“Wait,” she says breathlessly. “I have a surprise, too.”
“The only surprise I care about is under this dress.” I nip at her throat and keep moving.
“No, wait, this is important.” She clutches at my jaw and brings my face to hers.
“I’m not leaving. Well, actually I am leaving to get our things, but then I’ll be back.”
This stops me. “Sweet Peach, you’re babbling. “
“I’m not staying in Greece. I’m coming home. There’s no way I could be there the next four months. I’d die without you for that long.”
“What about Doni and the program?”
“She’s coming with me. While you were conspiring with her to build me this studio, she knew she’d be here, too. She’s going to come to the States for a while.”
“Son of a bitch, you’re kidding.”
“No! She’s going to rent an apartment and continue to help me. While she’s here, she’s going to travel, too. It’s going to be great.”
“So you’re going back for how long?”
“A week or two. I’ll close out some projects and pack my things. I should be here for the last preseason game.”
“When did you decide this?”
“That’s the irony. I was trying to decide how to tell Doni I couldn’t fulfill my time in Greece. The thought of missing everything happening in Miami was tearing me up inside. Doni actually suggested we come here together. I was worried about where we’d work, but the whole time, she knew you were doing this for me! She’s been playing us both.”
“Sneaky little woman.”
“I was going to tell you this morning, but you distracted me. Then you insisted we come here.”
I start moving, making it to the staircase in three long strides. Grace squeals loudly when I get us up the stairs, to the bed, and drop back, bringing her with me.
“So you’re coming home?” I ask, needing to hear the confirmation again.
“Yes.”
“Fucking great. Now, we can get started on my next plan.”
I roc
k up to a sitting position and strip her dress over her head easily, my eyes going to her naked chest.
“Next plan? What is that?”
A low rumble escapes as rational thoughts fly out of my head. The only word I can form is ‘waddling’.
Grace sucks in a deep breath as understanding hits her. “Waddling?”
I nod, still focused on her sitting astride me in nothing but bright blue lace panties and strappy sandals.
“I can get on board with waddling, but let’s make a deal.”
“Anything.”
She smiles seductively, arching her chest into mine and bringing her mouth to my ear. When she whispers what she wants, I break into a wide grin.
“You got it, Sweet Peach.”