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CHAPTER 22

CHRISTINE

T here’s a knock on my door before Griffin peeks his head in. “Am I interrupting?”

I hold my Kindle up. “Well, I was at a juicy point in the story.”

He steps inside and walks toward me. “I thought you were studying. Had I known you were reading, I would’ve come sooner.”

“Hey, reading a great book is just as important to me as my schoolwork.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Placing a knee on the ottoman portion of my chair, he spreads my legs and moves between them. “But right now, all I can think about is tasting your soft lips.” His deep tone sends a shiver through me as he leans closer, his hands braced on the armrests of my chair.

“Is that so?” I whisper, setting my Kindle aside. “What’s stopping you?”

Griffin’s eyes darken as they lock with mine. “Nothing anymore.”

His lips capture mine in a kiss that starts gently but quickly deepens with hunger. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his tongue slides against mine. One of his hands cups the back of my head, holding me in place, as his mouth ravages mine. He tears his lips away, both of us breathing heavily.

“I need to taste your pussy.”

No one’s ever said this to me before.

“I… uh… okay.”

“You don’t sound sure,” he says as he leans forward, pressing warm kisses from one side of my neck to the other.

I moan, running my fingers through his hair. “Now I’m sure.”

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest as his fingers shift to the ties on my terrycloth robe. “I’m unwrapping the best present I’ve ever gotten.” With a single tug, the bow unravels and he parts the two sides, exposing my naked body. He groans, as if he’s in pain, while his gaze devours every inch of me. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve never seen anything so perfect.”

Perfect? I’ve always thought my breasts were too small, and while I have curves, they’re more gentle than sexy. But right now, his hungry gaze makes me feel like a goddess.

He backs up to the edge of the ottoman and kneels on the floor. His hands band around my ankles, then yank me toward him, positioning me on my back.

“Grab your Kindle,” he commands. I blindly feel around above my head until my fingertips grasp hold of the device. “Start reading.”

Wait. What?

“Huh?”

A wicked grin slowly spreads across his face. “You heard me. Get back to the juicy part you were reading when I interrupted.”

Anticipation courses through me as I open my Kindle. I try to focus on the words as his large hands push my thighs wider, fully baring me for his viewing pleasure.

“Griffin,” I whisper, feeling exposed.

“You’re beautiful.” His lips are soft as he kisses my calf and then my knee. “Just trust me.” He presses his lips to one inner thigh before moving over to do the same on the other.

“Okay,” I agree, my gaze flicking to him. The fiery intensity in his eyes as he lowers his head, has me holding my breath and quivering with need, every single nerve on edge.

“Eyes on your Kindle.”

My focus returns to the screen, but not before my mind acknowledges how insanely hot I find his command. My eyes searching, I find my place on the page.

The first swipe of his warm tongue takes me by surprise. The second has me gasping. And when the tip of his tongue swirls around my clit, I close my eyes, clutching my Kindle tighter.

Griffin groans, saying, “You taste so fucking good.” I not only hear his words, but I feel the vibration against my most sensitive area. His tongue slides back, teasing the edge of my lips before dipping inside my entrance. I gasp, my back arching involuntarily as he explores me with confident, deliberate strokes. The device trembles in my hands, and again I’ve completely lost my place in the story. All I can focus on is the sensation of his mouth against me, hot and insistent.

“You’re not reading.” His voice vibrates against my core, sending another wave of pleasure through me.

“I—I can’t focus,” I stammer, my breath coming in short gasps.

He chuckles, the sound deep and knowing. “Try.”

I force my gaze back to the screen, the words swimming before me. I manage to read one sentence before Griffin’s tongue teases my clit again, making me moan. My thighs begin to shake as his hands grip them firmly, holding me wide open.

“Griffin, please…” I whimper, unable to focus on reading any more. The Kindle slips from my fingers, thudding to the floor, and I don’t even care. All I can think about is what he’s doing to me.

His tongue continues its relentless assault, circling and flicking against my bundle of nerves. One of his hands slides up my body to cup my breast, his thumb brushing across my hardened nipple.

“I can’t…” I cry out, rocking my hips against his mouth.

“You don’t have to,” he murmurs. “Just let yourself feel.” He hooks two fingers inside me, rubbing my G-spot as his tongue rapidly pulses against my clit. The pressure builds rapidly, coiling tighter within me, as I teeter on the edge of unraveling.

“That’s it,” Griffin encourages between flicks of his tongue. “Come for me.”

His words are my undoing, sending me into the most powerful orgasm of my life. My legs shake uncontrollably as waves of pleasure overwhelm me, making me cry out his name.

Griffin gentles his motions, drawing forth every bit of ecstasy until I’m lying boneless and spent in the chair.

Placing a final kiss on my lower stomach, he raises his head, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Better than your book?” he asks, voice husky.

I laugh breathlessly. “No comparison.”

“While I’m not sure any man can measure up to book boyfriend standards, I am made of flesh and blood and can deliver a real orgasm,” he says, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss. I can taste myself, and I like it more than I thought. Gripping the back of his head, I lick the remnants of my arousal from his lips.

When he draws back, his eyes are dark with desire. “That was so fucking hot. Do you like how you taste?”

“Yes,” I admit, my cheeks heating.

“Christ. You’re killing me.” He grips his obvious erection through his shorts. “I need to take care of this before I explode.”

I catch my bottom lip between my teeth and ask, “Can I help?”

He groans. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Sitting up, I scoot to the edge of the ottoman, which places Griffin’s hard-on right in front of me. “It’s staring at me.”

He laughs. “And dying for your attention.”

I swear I hear my heart beating as I reach for the waistband of his shorts. My fingers hook inside the elastic and slowly pull down the material until his erection is revealed. I pause for a few seconds to admire his long, thick length.

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he says.

I chew on my lip as I glance up at him. “I want to.” I place my hands on his hips. “I… uh… don’t have a lot of experience with…”

“Hand jobs?” Griffin supplies.

Flushing, I nod. “Blow jobs too.”

He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “Do whatever you want. It’s yours to play with.”

My hand slides inward from his hip and my fingers close around the base of his dick, squeezing.

Griffin lets out a choked sound, husking, “That’s a great start.”

“Will you show me what you like?”

Eyes simmering with desire, his hand wraps around mine, urging my grip tighter. He guides my hand slowly up and down his length.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice rough.

With each stroke, I feel more confident.

“I’ve got this,” I say, and he releases his hold. I continue stroking him like he showed me. Watching his face, I notice his jaw clenching and his breathing accelerating as I pick up the pace. It’s empowering knowing my touch is affecting him.

“Can I use my mouth?” I ask.

He lets out a pained groan. “If you want to.”

Leaning forward, I swirl my tongue around the head, then take him into my mouth.

“Yes,” he encourages, thrusting his fingers into the sides of my hair.

I begin moving up and down, experimenting with speed and suction. With each shift, I carefully observe how he reacts. When I use my hand to stroke what doesn’t fit in my mouth, he hisses, tightening his fingers in my hair.

“Christine,” he warns, his voice strained. “If you keep that up, I’m going to?—”

When I look up, his dark, desire-filled eyes are fixed on me. I keep my rhythm consistent, and revel in the pleasure I see on his face.

“I’m close,” he manages between ragged breaths. “I’m gonna—you should—” he warns, trying to pull back, but I move forward, staying with him, and even increasing my pace.

Something primal flashes in his eyes as he realizes my intention. “Oh God,” he groans, his thighs tensing. “Christine?—”

With a strangled groan, he comes, his body shuddering as I work him through his release. My name falls from his lips like a hoarse prayer as I try to swallow down every bit of his orgasm, but a few drops slip from my lips.

When I finally pull away, he looks at me with something akin to awe before sinking to his knees on the floor. He cups my face in his palm, swiping his thumbs underneath my mouth. “You’re amazing,” he says, with a new intensity in his gaze.

“So are you,” I whisper back, feeling strangely shy despite what we’ve just done.

He pulls me gently from the chair onto his lap on the floor, cradling me against his chest. My robe hangs open, forgotten, as he traces lazy patterns on my bare skin. We sit like that for several minutes, our breathing gradually returning to normal.

“I don’t want to move,” I confess, nestling closer to him.

His arms tighten around me. “Then don’t.”

I savor the closeness for a few minutes before raising my head to peer up at him. “We should get some sleep. You have a big weekend ahead of you.”

“Yeah. The most important one of my life so far.”

“Are you nervous about the game?”

“No, not really. I’m confident in my team and myself. I know we’ll do our best, and that’s all we can do.”

“That’s a great attitude to have. I know you didn’t ask, but I think you’re going to kick ass.”

He grins. “I always appreciate your opinion, and I hope you’re right.” He holds me tightly in his arms as he rises to his feet. “Let’s go to bed.”

My arms loop around his neck as he carries me to his room. As Griffin lowers me to the bed, my robe slips completely open. His eyes darken as they trace over my naked form, and I feel a renewed flutter of desire despite our recent activities. He pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted torso, before sliding in beside me and pulling the comforter over us.

“I can’t believe we’re going to be invaded tomorrow,” I whisper as he draws me against his chest. Lord knows I’m not ready to see my mom in person.

“Don’t think about that right now,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder. “Just focus on us for now. This moment is what matters.”

I nod, cuddling closer to him. “You’re going to be amazing on Sunday.”

“With you in the stands? Definitely.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Having you there means everything.”

“There’s no way I’d miss it,” I say, closing my eyes. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear lulls me to sleep.