Tommy Gabrini: The Grace Factor by Mallory Monroe Read Free Book Online Page B

smile on her face that lit up the already bright room, and a sashay in
her walk that caused Tommy’s eyes to roam down to her hips.   Not only did his heart’s double-beat reveal
how much he still loved   her, but his
penis throbbed and expanded at the sight of her, revealing just how much he
missed fucking her too.   It had been
years since he had Grace in his bed, but now that he wasn’t fucking at all, he
lived on those memories.
    “She’s been looking out of that
window all morning for you,” Grace said.   “She was afraid you were going to be too busy and couldn’t make it.   I told her you will never be too busy for
your little girl.”
    “That’s right,” Tommy said with a
smile too, as he stood Destiny back on her feet and closed the front door.   Grace wore an apron around her short skirt,
high heels, and had her thick brown hair down her back in waves of rich, thick
curls.   She looked like a businesswoman
and mom-in-chief all wrapped up in one.   Tommy loved that combination.   She
looked sexy as hell to him.
    “Daddy has a new car, Mommy,” Destiny
said, and began running to the window to show her.   “I didn’t know it was him because the car I
was looking for isn’t the car he’s driving.   Come look!”
    Grace, who was just about to walk
past the big, bay window, walked up to it instead.   When she saw the dark-gray Ferrari, she
smiled and shook her head.   “Now that’s
what I call a car,” she said.   Then she
looked at Tommy.   He wore a pair of light
brown slacks and a yellow Cardigan sweater.   His blondish brown hair was piled high around his forehead.   His greenish-blue eyes sparkled against the
home’s natural light.   Dapper as
ever.   “That is so you, Tommy,” she
said.   “Congratulations.   But you know what’s going to happen,
right?   You get a gray Ferrari, Sal and
Reno will be getting gray Ferraris too.   You’re the trendsetter.”
    Tommy laughed.   “I suspected as much myself,” he said.   “But I don’t mind.   It’s a good ride.”
    Before Grace could respond, Destiny
was pulling on her apron.   “Mommy,” she
said, “can I have another cupcake?”
    “Entertain your guests a little
longer before we eat any more sweets.”
    “Is it time to open the presents?”
Destiny asked.
    “You want that?” Grace asked.
    “Very much,” Destiny said excitedly.
    “Gather all the children and sit them
around the dining room table, and then we’ll get started.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Destiny said as if she
was being given sacred orders, and took off running.
    Grace laughed and shook her
head.   “That child.”   She began walking toward Tommy.   “She is always so happy.”
    “Yes, she is,” Tommy said.   “Thank God.”
    “Yes,” Grace agreed.   “Thank God Almighty.   We have been so blessed in that department.”
    “Very blessed.”   Then he thought about his gift.   “You think she can see out back?”
    “No way.   None of them can.   Your people boarded up every back window, and
barricaded the back door.   She can’t see
a thing.”
    Tommy nodded.   “Good,” he said.   Then he looked at Grace.   They were close now.   He could see the smoothness of her brown
skin.   The sparkle in her big, brown
eyes.   Her slender shape that seemed more
curvaceous than ever.   She seemed to get
better looking every time he saw her.   “So how have you been, Grace?”
    “I’ve been good,” Grace
responded.   “When my child is happy, I’m
happy.”
    Tommy believed it.   Grace was CEO of Trammel, her trucking
company, but she was a mother first.   “Where’s Ed?” he asked.
    “He should be here shortly.   I thought it would be easier when he went
into private practice, but it seems to consume more of his time.”
    “More responsibility
undoubtedly.   You and I run
companies.   We know what that’s like.”
    Grace agreed, although Trammel could
hardly be compared to the international Gabrini