Chapter 14
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QUYNH
Q uynh was burning alive. Awareness came to her in increments. Something hot and hard was plastered to her back while a heavy weight kept her weighed down. She cracked an eye open to yet another unfamiliar room.
Where am I?
The memories from last night hit her.
Did I pass out last night?
Judging by the muscled arm coiled tightly around her middle, she must have fallen asleep.
Nobody could blame her for blacking out after not just one but two intense orgasms, back to back.
She’d never come from oral before. Didn’t know it was possible.
Griffin’s skillful fingers and mouth coaxed her orgasms out of her like a magician or a snake charmer.
Speaking of snakes, something firm was poking her in her backside. Quynh’s eyes widened at the python nestled between her butt cheeks. The angle probably made it seem larger than it was, but if it was close to how it felt, she probably wouldn’t be able to take a cock that long and thick.
An urgent need pestered her, reminding her of her predicament. She looked around for her dress. Last time she saw it, it was tossed over Griffin’s broad shoulders.
The first peeks of sunshine just rising over the horizon dimly lit the room. She tried to wiggle out from Griffin’s hold, only for his arms to tighten around her as he grumbled in his sleep.
She’d smile at being used as a teddy bear if not for her bladder screaming at her. Slowly, she lifted his arm and wiggled to the edge of the bed. She turned to look over her shoulder at his sleeping form, face relaxed in sleep.
Griffin’s almost permanent scowl was nowhere to be seen. He looked so handsome, with sleep softening his features.
How many women got to see Griffin like this?
The thought sobered her as she hastened her efforts to find her clothes and relieve her bladder.
Ah! There you are!
The offending garment lay folded on the bench at the foot of the bed. The thought of squeezing herself into the tight-fitting dress was less than appealing, but she couldn’t do a walk of shame in Griffin’s clothes, even if she was just going across the street.
Tip-toeing across the cold hardwood floor, she snagged her dress and shorts and hustled into the en suite bathroom.
The sound of the lock snicking shut was loud in the otherwise quiet room.
A happy sigh escaped her as she relieved the uncomfortable pressure that woke her up from an otherwise peaceful slumber.
She pulled up her panties and slid her feet into her shorts, lamenting at the tight fit against her skin.
She always wore fitted shorts under her dresses to prevent chafing and keep her belly pouch contained, but having to wear them first thing in the morning was torture.
Slipping on her dress, she washed her hands in the sink.
Gasping at the sight that greeted her, she frantically tried to fix her bedhead and splashed warm water on her face to wash off the drool.
Jesus, she couldn’t recall the last time she’d slept so soundly.
Well, this is as good as it’s gonna get.
She admitted defeat and dried her face on the towel.
Careful not to make too much noise, Quynh slowly peeked her head out of the bathroom door. A sigh of relief left her at the sight of his sleeping back, his soft snores reaching her ears.
It was so tempting to crawl back into bed with him, to burrow into his heat and pretend they were just a normal couple. For a moment, they could just act like they had no worries in the world .
She wasn’t a fool, though. Relationships rarely lasted longer than a few months for her. Deep down, she knew it was her inability to connect to men on an emotional level that eventually drove them away. All she’d ever known of men was… they always left her.
The only person she could count on was herself. She used to be able to depend on her career; however, it clearly blew up in her face. All those sleepless nights and hours wasted on a job that dropped her like she meant nothing.
Why did I work so hard for so long? What was the whole point of working for a system that only cared about the bottom line?
There were so many questions, and it was way too early to think.
Quynh left as quickly and quietly as possible. She held her breath until she shut the front door quietly behind her.
Rover slept in his bed in the hallway. He’d watched her with what seemed like judgment in his beautiful brown eyes as she did her walk of shame. A quick pet on his head rubbed the frown right off his face.
Finally, tension escaped her when she got back to her apartment as she sagged against the door. Pickles leaped off the couch where he slept to greet her. Bending down, she gave him a scratch under his chin. His food dish was nearly empty, but she could take care of it later .
What a mess!
Just because they were intimate didn’t necessarily mean anything more. It certainly wouldn’t be grounds to discuss having a relationship.
What they were doing was working out. For now.
It was inevitable they’d have to part ways. She needed to go back home and deal with the mess she left behind. So many things she needed to handle.
Right now, at this moment, the only thing she needed to worry about was getting back in bed. It was still a couple more hours before she’d have to eventually drag herself back out and face the music.
Quynh, you are being dramatic. So what if the man made you see stars not once but twice in a row? It didn’t mean anything.
Ugh. Just the memories of the way he’d looked when he went down on her between her legs were making her achy all over again.
Before her impulsive side took over and she ran back to his house to crawl back into Griffin’s warm bed, Quynh made a mad dash for her bed.
Burrowing into the cool sheets, she closed her eyes and ignored the tingling sensations through her body at the thought of Griffin.
She resisted the urge to touch herself as thoughts from last night filtered in. It was like she had no control over her body or reactions anymore, like a damn teenager .
One thing was for certain, if he could eat pussy like that, he was likely amazing in bed.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally fell asleep to thoughts of the handsome, grumpy mechanic with a sinful mouth and wicked tongue.