Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master

About a week into their new apartment, Stephen was driving home from his shift. It had been an eventful one, and he was dealing with a few problems that seemed not worth the hassle. The worst of it was that it looked like he would have to fire someone. He sighed as he pulled into lot at the new place. Firing someone that used to be a peer would be a stressful event, one that he wasn't looking forward to.

Stephen climbed the stairs to their new place, and opened the door. He found Grace sitting patiently on the couch, reading a romance novel, as was her new normal. Since she could no longer accompany him on his work shifts without being caught, she had largely turned to reading as ways to spend her time. It wasn't unusual to find several different books scattered around the apartment at any one time, careful reminders of her new hobby.

"Hi babe," she chirped happily, sticking her bookmark in and hopping off the couch. She bounded into his arms in no time at all.

"Hi love," he responded, leaning down to kiss her handily. Despite the tough shift, coming home to Grace made the whole job worthwhile. He could never stay angry or too stressed after one look into her stunning blue eyes.

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"How was your shift?" She asked, after her lips separated from his.

"I've had better ones," he frowned. "Plus, I think I'm going to have to fire a cashier. We think she's skimming from her drawer."

Grace matched his frown, "That does suck."

"It was a stressful day, honestly. I just want to unwind a little," he replied, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Would it help your day if I gave you something to make it better? A present, perhaps?" She asked, as her eyes twinkled.

Stephen smiled, "A present? What kind of present?"

Grace didn't answer, but drifted her eyes towards the counter. Stephen followed her line of sight, and saw a small, rectangular box sitting on the counter. It had been wrapped as a present, with the tiniest of bows on top. He walked over and examined it in his hands.