12. Griffin
GRIFFIN
We are a boulder poised at the edge of a cliff, and an earthquake is starting to rumble.
We’re a fucking freight train without brakes.
Much as I didn’t intend for this to actually happen—even though I’ve always wanted it—there’s no stopping us now.
I pin Ember against the wall outside the office and lean in, my mouth hovering inches from hers. I’ve envisioned this multiple different ways, but I didn’t factor in the urgency I’m feeling. The absolute necessity of kissing her.
But I need to be sure she’s all in.
“What type of guy do you need, Ember?”
Her hand comes up to the back of my head, pulling me down. “You, Griffin. I need you.”
Green light burning steady, I crush my lips to hers.
Her mouth responds immediately, and her hands roam my body like they’re searching for hidden treasure.
She tastes as sweet as I’ve always imagined, and it’s immediately clear that I’m never going to get enough of her.
When her fingers slip under the bottom of my t-shirt, I scoop her up, filling my hands with her shapely ass. Her legs wrap around my hips, and I turn us, so that I’m leaning against the wall, and she’s climbing me like a tree.
Fuck yeah. I knew there was a tiger hiding under those buttoned-up shirts.
We turn again, our mouths and hands tangling like we’ve got something to prove. As I stroke my tongue up the side of her neck and find the clasp at the back of her bra, we end up in the back office, the conveniently clean desktop the perfect landing place.
I lay her down, and her hand wraps around my neck as the other squeezes my bicep. “Do you have a condom?” Her voice is breathy and near-frantic, and it sends more blood rushing to my cock, which has been like granite since we started kissing.
“I like how you think, and yes, I do, but we’re not going to need that for a while.”
Loving the way her eyes widen and her nostrils flare, I claim another kiss, then slide down her body, where I drape her legs over my shoulders and push her skirt up toward her hips.
She squeals when I nip at the waistband of her underwear and tug them down with my teeth. My hands finish the job, and then her lower half is bare to me, all pretty, pink, and wetter than a fucking monsoon.
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.