Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Griffin’s breathing had become even more labored, his cock even thicker inside me. His thumb moved over my clit with quick, insistent strokes, making my entire body radiate with desire.
“Then I snuck into your bedroom tonight,” I whispered. “I know it was wrong of me, I know I’ll be punished, but when I saw you sleeping there naked, something just came over me. I had to have you.” I placed my hands on his chest, playing with his nipples again, plucking at them, running my fingers over the ink on his skin, sliding my palms over his rippling abs. “Your body makes me swoon. All those muscles and tattoos, the way you move. And this”—I stopped, clenching my core muscles around him—“this. I took one look at your big, hard cock and knew I had to have it. I had to feel it. I had to make you come inside me, or else I’d go crazy.”
“Fuck,” he growled.
I knew he was close. I was too.
Time for the finale.
I moved my hands to my breasts, caressing them sensuously. “And I’ll confess something else—something so wicked I don’t even want to say it out loud—but sometimes I touch myself, and I pretend it’s you. Just like you’re touching me now. And something happens inside me, and it feels so good I never want it to stop, and I beg you to fuck me—harder, yes, yes, yes, like that”—as Griffin began to rock his hips more violently beneath mine, I fell forward, my hands braced on the headboard—“I beg you not to stop because I want to come all over your cock, and then you—”
But that’s as far as I got before Griffin’s climax hit and he erupted inside me, groaning long and hard as his cock surged again and again. It set off fireworks in me, and I rode out another earth-shattering orgasm, crying out with every impossibly blissful swell and sighing as the last, rapturous pulses subsided.
When my senses returned, I was still astride him, my chest flat against his, my face buried in his neck. I inhaled his scent, dizzy with it.
Griffin was silent and still but for the motion of his chest as he breathed. I thought he might have fallen asleep, but then I felt his hands begin to stroke my back.
“You’re still awake,” I whispered.
“Barely.”
“How was the show?”
“Best I’ve ever seen.”
I smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah. Do you do encore performances?”
“Already?” I asked, the shock evident in my voice.
He chuckled. “No. I need an intermission.”
“Good. My contract says I get a nap between performances.” Dropping a kiss on his collarbone, I peeled myself off him and rolled to the other side of the bed.
He kissed my shoulder. “I’ll be right back. Are you thirsty?”
“Yes.”
“Me too. I’ll get you some water.”
“Thanks.”
He went into the bathroom, and when he came out and headed for the kitchen, I slipped out of bed and used the bathroom too. When I came out, he was already beneath the covers. “Here,” he said, grabbing one of two bottles of water on his nightstand and offering one to me.
“Thanks.” Kneeling on the mattress, I took the cold bottle of water from him, uncapped it, and downed the entire thing.
“You were thirsty,” he said, taking the empty bottle. “Must have been all that talking.”
“Admit it.” I poked his shoulder. “This was one occasion where you actually wanted me to keep talking.”
“Okay, fine. I admit it. That was the best bedtime story I have ever had.”
“Good.” Although I wanted to snuggle up, I slipped between the sheets, rolled over and faced away from him, remembering that he wasn’t one to cuddle.
Which is why it surprised me when I felt him press against my back, nestling the curve of my spine against his body. “I want another one tomorrow night.”
I smiled in the dark. “Is that allowed?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Well, I don’t know. Don’t you have a rule against it or something?”
“Normally, yes. But nothing about this situation is normal.”
“True. What about our deal?”
“What deal?”
“The deal we made saying this thing with us ends tonight since tomorrow you’ll officially be my boss.”
“Hmm. Well, breaking a deal isn’t like breaking a promise, right? I mean, if both parties agree to . . . renegotiate the terms, I think it’s fair.”
“I think so too.”
“So we agree.”
“We agree.”
He wrapped a hand around one breast and kissed my shoulder again. “Renegotiations start at the end of the workday tomorrow.” He paused. “Assuming I can wait that long.”
I laughed. “I’ll try not to tempt you.”
“That’s the problem, princess,” he said. “You tempt me without even trying.”
For once, I had no desire to keep a conversation going. I drifted off to sleep with his arms around me, his words even better than a dream.
Nine
Griffin
When I woke up, she was gone.
For a moment, I’d forgotten she was ever there, but one deep breath and I could still smell her shampoo or soap or whatever that sweet, mouth-watering scent was clinging to the sheets.