Delicious (A Rumour Mill Novel) by Erica Hutchings Read Free Book Online

door shut.
                When
Guy thought she was gone, he took off his clothing, had a hot shower and
climbed into bed naked. He tried to watch telly but his mind was on other
things. All he could think about was Grace. God,
she really is beautiful. Those eyes of hers and her hands! Where has she been
all my life? Thoughts of Grace aroused Guy. As Guy wished that Grace was
right there lying next to him, his cock stiffened hard. It’s been one of those days. Guy needed sexual release.
                Guy
reached for lotion, kept on the nightstand by his bed. Slowly he stroked his
arousal. Guy’s palm easing its way up and down his cock’s lengthy shaft, the
creamy wetness he imagined it to be Grace with her sweet, tender mouth.
    Guy wanted Grace
on top of him naked. He imagined his head nuzzling her round soft pleasurable
breasts. There he’d lick, suck and taste her. He wanted her floured hands all
over him and licking dark chocolate off of his steel hard abs. The more Guy
dreamt about Grace the harder he’d squeezed his cock and the faster he stroked.
                “Grace.”
Guy hissed softly whilst fantasising about Grace bouncing up and down his cock.
He wanted his hand on Grace’s shoulders whilst her caramel hair cascading on
her back. Grace’s head thrown back as she massaged her clit whilst riding him.
                Guy
needed to come. His thumb grazed the head of his cock. He could feel his
pre-cum wetness.
                “Bloody
hell, Grace! I need you.” Guy moaned.
                Finally
orgasm took hold. Guy ruptured hot sticky cum down his steely rigid cock onto
his hand. His body trembled at his climax. No
one ever done that to me before, not even in fantasy. It’s the truth. No
one turned Guy on like Grace did. Guy was going to make it his point to get to
know her better before the week was over.
    ♥

four

 
    P
    romptly at four A.M., Grace awoke startled.
She was still groggy and unaware of her surroundings.   She sat up in the bed believing she was in
her bedroom and she must have dreamt it all. When she reached for the bedside
lamp and switched it on, she quickly assessed it wasn’t a dream. Grace got up,
showered, changed into her work clothing and walked to the cottage kitchen for
breakfast. There she found the note Guy left along with the map and torch for
which she was grateful. She smiled in bliss at Guy’s promise in meeting her for
afternoon tea.
                Grace
continued to explore the kitchen. She found it to be fully stocked. It enabled
her to make a light breakfast of porridge and tea.   As she ate and drank, Grace read the note
over and over again.
                He’s so handsome! What does he want with a
girl like me? He’ll forget about me by tea time. Grace felt it to be true. There are so many famous, beautiful guests
staying at the hall, why would he want me?
                With
breakfast done Grace walked the path that took her across the grounds to the
kitchen. It was dark. The sky overcast with no moon or star light to guide the
way. She held the torch tightly in her hand thinking she needed to thank Guy for
it. Grace heard an owl hooting loudly on a nearby branch. The wind blew softly through
the trees. Leaves fell tenderly from the towering oaks lined the path. Grace
shivered. She was glad to be wearing her Top Shop parka because it was cold.
The first frost covered ground. It was silent until Grace reached the service
entrance.
    At the service
entrance fresh deliveries arrived from the milk man to the meat man. Trevor
stood aside barking orders to chefs and busboys who were lending a hand.
                “Good
morning Grace.” Trevor said as he handed off a box of fresh vegetables to her.
“I called a few favours last night. Your deliveries shall be here by noon.”
                “Thank
you Chef.” Grace replied excitedly.