Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
She’s wanted this as much as I have.
Her back arches the moment my tongue makes contact with her pussy, and she makes a sound that’s going to be impossible to forget.
I rest her thighs on my arms and spread her legs wide. My fingers stroke through her folds and open her further so I can zero in on the spot that’s going to make her feel the best.
“Griffin!” After a few strums of my thumb over her clit, her body jerks as she cries out my name.
None of those accounting-type geeks have been going down on her, or if they have, they haven’t been doing it right.
Finally where I want to be, I’m no longer in a hurry. I settle in and get acquainted, exploring her beautiful, glistening flower with my tongue, lapping up all the delicious nectar as her breath goes ragged.
My tongue swirls and licks, gradually picking up speed until it’s flicking lightning fast over her clit. Ember gasps and cries out for more. Her hand scrubs through my hair, and I lick faster.
She rides the edge until I reach up under her shirt and find one of her breasts freed from her unclasped bra. When I pinch her nipple and squeeze it between my fingers, Ember’s hips buck and she calls out my name again before dissolving into whimpers.
I slide a finger inside her just in time for her pussy to grip me tight, over and over, as more wetness gushes out.
“Oh, god, Griffin, ohgod, ohgod …”
Her body’s trembling, and I don’t let up. I slide another finger in and curl them until I find what I’m looking for. Just as she’s coming down from her peak, I rub her g-spot and suck on her clit, sending her back up and over. Her knees squeeze in to hug the sides of my head, and I’m in heaven.
EMBER
I’m untethered, floating through space, no idea what direction is up or down.
This man! I’d always imagined that a man who looks and acts like Griffin probably knew what he was doing when it came to sex, but I had no idea. No idea.
“I can’t take any more.” Closing my fist around a handful of his hair, I try to push him away. I need a break. I need to breathe. “I can’t handle another orgasm.”
He lifts his head, his familiar grin, now incredibly wicked, positioned between my legs. “How do you know?”
Why is he asking me questions? I can barely speak, much less think. “It’s … I’m overwhelmed.”
Griffin licks a stripe up my inner thigh, and my head falls back to the desk with a thud, but I’m feeling no pain. “You can handle it, Emmy.”
If I had a white flag, I’d wave it. All I can do is surrender to how good he’s making me feel. My mind has already been blown with that little two-for-one deal he just did, so what’s some more pleasure piled on top?
His tongue flicks over my clit a few more times, and then his mouth presses soft kisses to my inner thighs.
I want his cock inside me. I’ve never been so ready in my entire life. When I manage to lift my head to tell him, he speaks first. “I want you to know exactly where to come when you need to be satisfied.”
As my mouth falls open, his dives back between my legs, and he shows me that I can actually handle another orgasm. His tongue, his lips, and his fingers all work together to take the word satisfaction to a whole new level.
It’s quite a while before I can speak again, or maybe it’s only minutes. I’ve lost all concept of time, too. “Are you trying to ruin me?”
His chuckle rumbles through my core, before he finally relents.
He lies beside me on the desk, slipping his arm beneath my head to cradle me. When he kisses me, his mouth tastes different—it must taste like me.
His movements are softer now, passion replaced with tenderness. When my breathing calms, he slides away, stands, and moves to pull my skirt back in place.
“What are you doing?”
His voice is gentle and his smile is easy when he replies. “You said you’ve had enough.”
I sit up abruptly, blinking at him. “So you’re stopping?” Every guy I’ve ever been with has been laser focused and goal oriented—with the goal being their ultimate pleasure. Griffin’s just stopping here? “I … I mean … you’ve overwhelmed me in the very best way, but this isn’t just about me.”
He licks his lips, his eyes flickering to the spot between my legs. “I’ve enjoyed myself plenty. Trust me.”
I reach out and grab his hand. “Get back over here.” He doesn’t resist, and as soon as he’s close enough, I slide my hands up over his abs and around to his back. His skin is deliciously warm and smooth, tight over all the hard muscles that lie beneath. We are definitely not stopping now.