Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“This, will it stay in the bedroom? Not that I’m against others having a full-time daddy thing. I just don’t want to lose a piece of myself.” The quiet time Stormy had coming down definitely gave her time to contemplate things. I shouldn’t be surprised, yet I am. She’s a strong, independent woman, got wrapped up in the wrong man thinking she was doing what most people her age need to do because society is a pain in the dick and dictates our way of thinking.
“No, baby girl, this gig is only in the bedroom. I’m not trying to staunch your personality. You’re still you, and I’m still me.” She breathes a sigh of relief. Her hands move from around my neck they are on my chest, kneading me like a kitten.
“I’d like that, a chance to navigate something new. And Griff?” she questions.
“Yeah, Stormy?”
“I should probably clean up. I’m kind of making a mess out of more than myself now.” I don’t give a Goddamn, but if we’re going to walk out of the bar with an audience, I can understand her worry.
“Bathroom is through that door. I’ve got a spare shirt you can wear, then we’ll head back to my place, yeah?”
“Okay, but no tequila this time. My liver is on a vacation from alcohol of any kind for the time being.” She laughs. I chuckle. I bet her body is revolting at the thought of drinking since last weekend.
“Go clean up, so I can dirty you up again.” I wrap my hand around the back of her neck to pull her closer, my lips a breath away from hers. “The next time you come, it’ll be with my mouth and then my cock.” Baby girl licks her lips, and there’s no way I’m going to deny either of us the pleasure of a kiss. So, I do what I want when it comes to Stormy—I fucking take. I fuse our lips together, tongue snaking inside, unable to resist the urge to have another taste to hold me over until we’re back at my place, where work isn’t going to interrupt. There will be nothing but me and her, all night long.
9
STORMY
I walk into the bathroom trying to hide in the biggest, goofiest smile ever. It’s hard to contain, and the only reason I’m able to do so is because I’m literally still flying high on actually coming. Dear God, please don’t let this be a fluke, I pray to the orgasm gods. It seems lately, I’m always praying to one thing or another. What I’m not expecting when I flip the light on is how mussed my hair is, how plump my lips are, and how I’ve got a massive beard burn along my neck and chest. Not to mention my body suit is absolutely toast. Hopefully, Griff makes good on his promise and brings me a shirt. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk out of the bar with how stretched out the neck is. A shiver runs up my spine as I replay writhing in pleasure with each movement Griff used to work my body into a fevered pace. I take care of business, clean myself up after using the bathroom, leaving the button unsnapped. I wash my hands, splash water on my face, and start the process of taking the body suit off. No easy task with the light sheen of sweat that’s clinging to my body.
“Stormy, you good?” Griff knocks once, turns the handle, and opens the door as my head finally clears the bodysuit. I can only imagine what I look like right now, plus the fact I’ve got zilch on in the panties department. Neither one of us are going to be able to wait till we get to his place.
“Yep, I think this is going in the trash,” I tell him as I ball the fabric to toss it into the can next to the toilet. His office has every modern-day amenity. There’s even a shower in the bathroom. Which might I add is awfully tempting.
“The fuck it is.” Griff rips the suit out of my hands and tosses it over his shoulder, leaving it hanging there as he prowls toward me. The bar shirt in his hand he went to find me is thrown on the counter behind me. I’m left with no other choice than to take another step back until I’m met with the counter. His hands go around my waist, thumbs sliding beneath the lace cups of my bra. “I’m keeping this, forever. It’ll stay in my desk drawer, and every time I open it, I’ll get the scent of you, remember the thrill I was the one who gave you that, and maybe it’ll tide me over until I have you again.” Yet again, I’m left weak in the knees, this time from pressing my thighs together. It seems I’m always trying to relieve an ache that Griff creates. At least now I know he can take care of me, in more ways than one.