Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“To the birthday girl,” I said as I lifted my glass in her direction. “I hope you have many more happy birthdays like this one.”
She smiled politely before tapping her glass against mine with a clink. We both proceeded to drink our wine, but Remy was far more enthusiastic than me. She downed the entire glass in one gulp and I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. She reached for the bottle on the coffee table and poured herself another full glass. It was then that I remembered Remy and I had already drunk our way through two expensive bottles of champagne during dinner. When my eyes looked over her flushed face, I realized that she must be feeling pretty buzzed right then.
That’s why I was less surprised when I felt her fingers moving through my hair all of a sudden. Her long fingernails scratched at my scalp in a pleasant way before she massaged the skin with her fingertips. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of contentment. I should have pushed her away and insisted that we’d both gone too far, but as usual, I was a very weak man to Remy’s charms.
“Thank you for a very nice birthday,” Remy mumbled. “In spite of everything, I’ve had a really nice evening spending time with you. Even if...” she trailed off and looked a little sad for a moment.
I didn’t have time to reply or question what she meant. Remy downed her second glass of wine before swinging her leg up onto the couch and straddling my thighs. She leaned in close and began to whisper in my ear. “I’ve got a g-gift for you in return,” she said a little drunkenly before finally pressing her lips against mine.
In spite of all my previous efforts to keep distance between us, I couldn’t resist her. The confident and passionate way she kissed me coupled with the way she was sat on top of me, her body pressed against mine, made me lose the last strand of self-restraint I’d been clinging to all night. It was her birthday, after all, and she clearly wanted this. Who was I to deny her?
I could feel the alcohol bubbling under my skin, making me feel more relax and uninhibited than usual. It felt nice to be able to relax and let Remy take control for a little while. She pushed her tongue inside my mouth and massaged my own with hers. She tasted sweet and the smell of wine was on her breath. My arms wrapped around her waist on instinct and I pulled her closer, desperate for more than just a little taste of this beautiful goddess.
As though dancing to some wonderful, unheard music, Remy was writhing against me. Her body was moving deliciously against mine as her hips rocked and her breasts pressed against my chest. I felt my sanity begin to slip as she seduced me with every movement and I couldn’t just stay idle anymore. I needed to touch her and take control. I needed to make her mine.
22
Remy
It was stupid and I knew it. Sleeping with Griff again was only going to make things worse once he abandoned me, but I was drunk and lonely and reckless. Knowing that our engagement announcement would be the final nail in the coffin of our fake relationship, I wanted to be with him just one last time before it all came crashing down around me.
It made it so much harder to be angry with myself when Griff held me close with his big, strong hands and kissed me better than anyone had ever kissed me before. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my hips down and feeling his thick, hard length press against me through his slacks. He clearly wanted me, even if it was just for sex. The thought saddened me for a moment, but I refused to be sad anymore. Even if this was the only way I could ever have Griff, I was determined to enjoy myself.
“Griff,” I moaned as I pulled away for breath. “I want you.”
Griff’s eyes were pinned on me and he was panting with desire. Before I could even process what was happening, Griff stood and took me with him. I yelped and wrapped my legs securely around his waist so I didn’t fall while my arms wound around his neck. Griff carried me with ease, his biceps bulging through his shirt, and it made my resolve crumble. I loved how he manhandled me.
Within moments, Griff was harshly shoving me against the wall, using it to help hold me up while one hand went between our bodies to lift my dress. I gasped when his fingers pressed against my panties and Griff swallowed my moans with a swift, hard kiss. He wasn’t in the mood to tease today it seemed, however. He gripped the waistband of my G-string and pulled until it ripped away from my body from his sheer force alone. He tossed the ruined garment behind him and then shoved my dress up even further until I was completely exposed from the waist down.