You get her out of the cottage

When you return to your room you find Grace dressed and ready to go.

"He's not downstairs," you whisper. "I think he's sleeping. Come on, be very quiet." Before you can say more she slides into your arms, pulling your head down for a voracious kiss and writhing against you. You feel you body start to respond, but firmly pull her away.

"Grace, this isn't the time for that," you say trying to be stern. "We will find the time again."

"Soon?" she murmurs. "I want you so bad Mr. Carter."

"Yes Grace soon, but right now we have to get you out of here. If someone sees us this could all be over. I'd be fired and have to leave. You don't want that do you?"

She shakes her head, her eyes wide and limpid, then follows you out of your room and down the stairs. You open the front door and peer out, seeing nothing.

"It's clear," you tell her. She nods and steps to the doorway then turns and kisses you hungrily, her hand squeezing your cock.

"Soon," she says firmly, breaking the kiss and looking into your eyes for a moment before scampering down the path.