Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
And I found my heart beating harder.
I was breathing faster.
And by the look in his eyes, I could tell he knew that I was excited about the prospect.
I’d never been what was known as a ‘bad girl.’
I was always somewhat conservative.
At least until lately, my subconscious whispered.
I’d never done anything out of what was expected of me.
But, right then, with that look in his eyes, I knew I was going to give him me.
Give him exactly what he wanted.
Even if, later, I might regret it.
Chapter 9
If you mean ‘donut’ when you say I’ll give you the big ‘D,’ then yes, I’ll take the D. If not, then I’m not interested.
-Lenore to a customer
Lenore
“Go lock the door.”
I swallowed hard, staring at the intent look on his face, and thinking I was stupid seven ways to Sunday.
You don’t taunt someone like Griffin-Fucking-Storm! Jesus, Lenore! What are you thinking?
My thoughts carried me to the door as I locked the door, twenty minutes early, and started to pull the shades.
“Leave them,” he ordered.
I swallowed nervously, turning to face him.
As I started to step forward, he stopped me with the palm of his hand.
“Hit the lights,” he said gruffly.
I cleared my throat, turning around to ‘hit the lights.’
The store, minus the lights illuminating the dildo display along the back wall, turned off.
I stood in the near darkness, admiring the back wall that was lit up like a fucking shrine of dildos.
I wanted to laugh.
I never turned the lights off in this order.
Normally, the lights above the dildos were the first ones to go off, followed by the one over my desk.
The ones above my desk went off next, and we were left in near darkness.
“Now what?” I asked, worrying my lip with my teeth as I waited for his instructions.
“You got the back door locked?” He asked.
I nodded.
“I can’t see you, darlin’,” Griffin said with amusement.
“Y-yes.”
Damn, there goes my stuttering.
Shit!
I don’t know why he made me so nervous.
It wasn’t like he was going to hurt me, and we’d definitely done this before.
“I didn’t ask last time, but you on the pill?” He asked bluntly.
I shook my head. “N-no.”
“You’re gonna have to get on that soon,” he rumbled.
Then he suddenly was in front of me, picking me up off my feet with an arm around my ass.
I squealed in surprise, my arms automatically surrounding his neck as I held on for dear life.
“You’ll have to get that taken care of soon, I want to be in you bare,” he rumbled.
I wanted him in me bare, too.
Unfortunately, I was allergic to nearly every form of birth control except for condoms and possibly the implant.
I hadn’t tried the implant yet.
I hadn’t had a reason to… but it was very likely that I would, in fact, be allergic to this, too, since I had reacted to all the other methods I had tried.
Low hormone pills. The ring. The shot.
Been there, tried them all to no avail.
I never got a chance to explain any of this.
Nope, I was too consumed with what he was doing to my neck with his lips.
His beard scraped deliciously across the sensitive skin, and I shivered when he started to suck.
I’d have hickeys in the morning, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
In fact, I was kind of excited.
My skin bruised easily.
Everyone who saw me and the marks would know exactly why had happened.
“What are you thinking about that’s making you shiver like that?” He rasped, his tongue licking from my collarbone all the way up to my chin.
I gasped as those gentle swipes of his tongue were felt in my pussy.
“Y-you,” I answered honestly.
“Good,” he mumbled, hefting my ass up on top of my counter.
The cup of pens I had sitting on my counter next to the cash register fell to the floor, pens scattering everywhere.
“Lean back,” he ordered.
I did, letting my back fall backwards until it hit the cool, wood countertop with a soft thump.
His hands started to deftly work at my zipper, followed shortly by my buttons.
My shorts were swiftly ripped from my body moments later, leaving me in only my Queen underwear.
Okay, so I had a thing for crowns.
Nearly every pair I owned had a crown of some sort on it.
This particular pair had a bedazzled crown covering my mound, and I knew the instant Griffin saw it because he started to chuckle.
“Alright, my Queen. Let’s see what you have for me,” he rumbled, slowly working my underwear down my hips.
I squirmed when my pussy was exposed to the world and Griffin’s ravenous stare.
There was a little light from the illuminated ‘closed’ sign that I had hanging above my cash register, bathing my body in a soft red light.
Griffin’s eyes looked ethereal as he looked up my body before he slowly started his descent down.
My breath caught as his beard met the insides of my thighs, and I started panting when his lips ran down the seam of my sex.
No tongue, only the smooth, soft lips of the mouth I dreamed about kissing constantly.
“Mmmm,” he growled, inhaling deep. “You smell so fucking good.”
I blushed a deep red as I thought about what he’d just done.
I never thought I smelled good.
In fact, I thought I smelled bad.
But to know that Griffin thought the exact opposite was great news to me.
All girls wanted to know that their vaginas smelled good, right?
Then my mind lost focus as Griffin’s hands left my hips to curl around my thighs and inside, allowing both of his hands to spread open my sex for his hungry mouth.
I about jerked off the counter as I let out a shout.
“Shit!”
His tongue was like a livewire when it touched my clit, circling, coaxing, and demanding a response from me.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
His big shoulders pushed my thighs up, and I looked down, gasping as I saw his head moving back and forth.
The red glow from the sign above my head showing the movement of his head as it shimmered across the strands of his hair.
My hips jerked when he moved down to thrust his tongue into my entrance, jolting me out of the contemplation of his hair.