Kiss Me in this Small Town Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Insta-Love Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
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My heart races and my blood heats. There’s nobody out in the bar right now, but there are guys in the kitchen, and we can’t get caught. Somebody has to be out there, but for the first time I don’t care. I just want him to pretend to love me and pretend that everything is just fine.

“Please,” I whimper and I don’t have to say it. He just knows.

Griffin backs me up to a table at the side of the break room and perches me on it. He pushes up my uniform and undoes my pants and helps me kick them off. His hand runs between my legs. All it takes is one touch to light the desire. He pulls the cloth aside and moves his hips, getting closer. I spread my thighs for him and hold onto his waist while he undoes his zipper.

With lust filling every crevice of my mind, I give him every bit of me. Desperate to love him the best I can.

Griffin puts one hand on the back of my neck and uses the other to line himself up, keeping my panties out of the way with the head of his cock. He pushes into me with ease, and I can’t close my eyes. My bottom lip drops, and I can barely breathe as he fucks me like he wants to. However he wants to. He can have me, all of me, like this.

Griffin kisses the side of my neck while he stretches me, holding me in place with one hand on my ass and the other under my knee. I grab on to his shirt and push myself onto him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans in the crook of my neck. “My little tease,” he murmurs as he fucks me harder and deeper.

For a few seconds I can't say anything because he found the perfect angle for me to get some contact on my clit. I writhe against him, heat growing between my legs, and chase the feeling of pleasure that will make it impossible to think at all. Griffin's breath hitches and I love that sound so I keep doing it.

What we're doing is so dangerous and risky that it feels like being drunk. We could get caught any second and maybe that's what makes me come, my release hitting me suddenly.

“Renee,” Griffin gasps, and then he picks up the pace even more. He feels even harder moving inside me, his cock twitching, and he curses under his breath. Then he pushes in deep, his hips grinding, and I feel him come. The sensation is my undoing.

I kiss him hard when he does. The way we're moving suddenly seems loud in the break room. My heartbeats remind me that we could both get in huge trouble for fucking at work, but I’m so relaxed in a way they haven't for days.

And overwhelmed with something else. Something I can’t name. Something that feels just as delicate.

“How do you do that?” I whisper the question. Like it’s a secret and I’m not sure I should tell him.

“What do I do?” Griffin breathes against my neck, planting small kisses there. “What did you mean?”

“You make me forget,” I tell him.

Griffin takes my face in his hands and tips my head back. “Tell me everything you needed to forget,” he says softly. “Whatever it is, you shouldn't have to deal with it alone.”

All the good feelings from the sex melt away.

“I'm fine,” I tell him firmly. “That wasn't pretend. I'm okay. And I said I don't want to talk about it.”

Griffin's face falls and the gravity of it all comes back too soon. “Renee, I can tell⁠—”

“You don't know what you're talking about,” I say, feeling tears brimming and I can’t even pinpoint why. Why is it spiraling? Can’t we just go back?

He slides away from me and glances at the door like he's just remembered he's my boss. I hop off the table, find some paper towels, and clean myself up while he puts his pants back on.

“I want to know,” he says when I turn back around. “I care about you, and⁠—”

“No,” I say, too loud and too fast. “No, you don't care about me. Because all of this was pretend. Remember? None of it was real. It was just a way to have fun because it can't go anywhere. This just isn't going to be a thing.”

Griffin opens his mouth, but the door opens out front, and I know we're out of time.

“I have to get back to work,” I tell him, and leave him in the break room. And my heart stays back there, too. It must. Because for the rest of the night I feel nothing but hollowness, and for the first time with Griffin, like it’s a mistake that can’t be undone.


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