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)
“Jesus Christ, Blair.” Griffin ran a hand over his hair. “You’re not on trial. It’s just sex. It’s just one night. Now stop talking and come to bed.”
When he put it that way, I had to agree. Tomorrow night I’d be somewhere else, so we wouldn’t even have to worry about it. Might as well cook while the oven was hot. “Okay.”
He took my hand and led me back to his bedroom. As we passed the dining table, I noticed the kitten’s crate against the wall beside it.
“You moved her out here?” I asked.
“Yeah. I don’t want you to keep waking her up.”
“Me?” I laughed as we entered his bedroom.
“Yes, you.” He shut the door behind him, ditched the boxer briefs, and pushed me onto his bed.
“You were loud too, you know,” I informed him as he moved up my body, his lips pressing kisses on my stomach, my breasts, my throat, until his face hovered above mine in the dark. Against my thigh, I could feel he was already growing hard again.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. I think I learned some new curse words tonight.”
He laughed—a low, guttural growl—and flipped onto his back, bringing my body on top of his. “Did I shock your delicate sensibilities?”
“In more ways than one,” I said, straddling his hips. “But mostly I’m just glad you made the first move. I was back here in the bathroom trying to think of ways to seduce you in my Snoopy T-shirt and ripped shorts. It was not going well.”
“That would have been quite a show.”
Leaning forward, I braced my hands above his shoulders and moved back and forth along the length of his cock, my damp hair giving off the apple blossom scent of my shampoo. “I can still try to give you a good show. Minus the Snoopy shirt, of course.”
He put his hands on my hips, digging his fingers into my skin, and lifting his mouth to my breast. He inhaled deeply as his tongue stroked my hard, tingling nipple. “You smell so fucking good all the time. It drives me insane. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“Good.” I moaned as he took the pebbled peak in between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. “Although it might make our whole boss/employee relationship a little difficult.”
His head fell back. “Fuck that. You are not officially my employee yet. That starts tomorrow.”
“And this ends?” I rocked back and forth a little faster. I was wet and eager all over again, my desire for him unquenchable.
“This ends,” he said, breathing harder. “Do we have a deal?”
“Absolutely. We don’t need any complications.”
“Good. Now stop moving like that before I lose my shit and come all over my own stomach.”
Laughing, I sat back as he reached over to his nightstand drawer for a condom. “Let me,” I said, taking it from him.
He lay back on his elbows and watched me open the packet and place the condom over just the tip. Then, hoping to make the opening act of my show more memorable, I leaned forward and used my mouth to slowly push it all the way down, teasing his nipples with my fingertips while I worked. When I picked my head up, Griffin’s jaw was practically on his chest.
“Where the fuck did you learn that?”
I smiled like a Cheshire cat. “Boarding school.”
“There were boys at your boarding school?”
“Hell, no.” I positioned myself above him, and slowly slid down the length of his cock. “But you’d be surprised how dirty a group of seventeen-year-old girls stuck in a dorm with some smuggled condoms and a bunch of bananas can get. And then there were all the fantasies I cooked up when I was alone in bed at night.”
He grabbed my ass as his cock twitched inside me. “Tell me.”
“Well, I don’t know,” I teased in a campy Southern belle accent. I covered my breasts with my hands—added bonus, it made them look bigger and perkier—and went on, “I’m actually quite shy. I mostly just spend all my time alone in my room. But I’ve seen you in town at the service station, and I just love the way you”—I leaned forward here for effect, making my voice more breathy—“pump your gasoline.”
“Yeah?” Beneath me, his hips began to flex.
“Yes. It does something to me, watching your hands at work.” I piled my hair on the top of my head, circling my hips in a sinuous motion. “I dream about having those hands on me.”
Griffin slid his palms up my sides and over my breasts, his breath coming hard and fast. Then he slid one hand down my stomach and used his thumb on my clit.
“Yes, just like that,” I breathed. “And I admit I’ve stared at you like a good girl shouldn’t. I’ve wondered about your body beneath your clothes. I imagined what it would be like to undress in front of you. Where it might lead.”