Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“That's so good,” he says under his breath and then runs opened mouth kisses down my throat. “Damn, that's so good.” My nipples pebble as the back of his knuckle brushes against them. “So fucking beautiful, my little tease,” he says and presses in just slightly deeper.
I can’t stand it. “I need you,” I whimper, and he catches my “please” with his lips, kissing me more fervently.
I move my hips to get him closer and he pushes inside me. In a single swift moment my lips fall as I gasp silently. He's big, but I don't have to brace against it—I'm already wet from the kiss and from wanting him so badly for so long. His girth stretches me with a slight sting of pain that quickly turns to pleasure. He strums my clit and I writhe against him until his thrusts are deeper and in a steady pace. My toes curl and I cry out his name.
“Holy fuck, Griffin,” I moan, and he fucks me harder and deeper in response.
Then his hands go back to my hips, and I lean more of my weight on him. “So close…I’m so close.” My breath is loud in my ears, and his lips are hot on my neck.
It's fast and frantic. I'm barely aware that I'm half naked on the bar not just kissing Griffin, but getting fucked by him like that’s been his fantasy all this time.
Griffin moves his hips and hits the perfect spot, making me moan out loud. I can’t help myself. He holds me closer to his body to get more contact between us and I can feel my orgasm building up and up between my legs.
He leans his head closer to my ear and murmurs, “That's it, baby. Come all over me. Give it to me, you little tease.”
That pushes me over the edge. Griffin keeps talking while I ride out the pleasure, though I don't understand a single thing he's saying. Aftershocks go through me as he holds me as close as he can and grinds into me, breathing fast. His breath stutters as he starts to come and Griffin kisses me again, the deepest kiss we've shared so far.
And then it breaks. And then it’s over. And then it all hits me at once.
What the hell did I just do?
Griffin
It takes me a long time to fall asleep after I get home from the bar because I can’t stop thinking about her. I should feel more conflicted about the fact that I just had sex with my employee, but I can't. I don’t feel guilty at all. It felt so fucking right. She felt right.
And when she stepped down off that bar and let me help her get her clothes back on, she gave me that look. I fucking love that look on her. Like she wants nothing more than for me to tell her what a good girl she is.
It was Renee's idea to pretend and exactly what I wanted, but the second we agreed on it, that was my new reality. I know it sounds crazy, but my whole life disappeared. We were just two people who met in a bar and had to have each other. Nothing's wrong with that.
Nothing was wrong with driving her home afterward, either, except that I wanted to invite her to my place and keep her in my bed all night. My little tease is stubborn, but she wants me just like I want her and that’s all I need right now.
My alarm wakes me up early the next morning. I'm tired as fuck but excited for the day. I don’t remember the last time I got out of bed with this much excitement. Outside the street lights are just starting to turn on and everything is covered in a thin layer of snow.
I brush my teeth, holding back a smile remembering last night, and throw on a pair of shorts and an old tee shirt I work out in, then head down to the gym I set up in my basement. I practically jog down the stairs thinking about her soft moans and just how fucking good she felt. I can’t stop thinking about her and the fact that we finally went for it. She was worth the wait. Worth every fucking second just for last night. I flick the fluorescent lights on and stretch out my shoulders.
It's not a huge space down here, but I put a decent amount of work into it after I moved in. It was a dusty, old, unfinished basement but laminate floors, a bit of drywall, and paint made a huge difference. I used the leftover paneling from the bar, and I've got a set of weights and a treadmill. I spend ten minutes or so warming up and checking out the snow. The basement is a walkout with a sliding door so it doesn't feel like I'm in a cave.