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)
“What is my type?” His green eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, but my gaze is repeatedly drawn to the thick coppery hair on his face, and to his lips, which are slightly parted.
Another step. There are mere inches separating us, and in fact, his boots are touching my shoes. He has big feet, and big hands, and in between, the worn denim of his jeans is snug around big, powerful-looking thighs.
I swallow a gulp of air as his hand slides over my upper arm. It’s a test, to see if I’ll brush him away, but he knows I won’t.
“You want a man who knows his way around a woman’s body better than he knows how to read a spreadsheet.” The tips of his fingers run down the side of my arm, all the way to my hand, which he takes in his.
His skin is warm, slightly calloused, and when his fingers tangle with mine in a demonstration of his understanding of how to make me feel good, my legs wobble. His thumb rubs across the pad of my palm, triggering a corresponding ache between my legs.
I could argue. I could tell him I want a man who has the same drive and vision for the future that I do. One who understands where I come from and where I’m going, one who’ll form a power couple with me.
But I don’t want any of that right now, as Griffin’s long fingers stroke the back of my hand and fill my body with need. I only want him.
He brings my hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to the center of my palm. His breath tickles my skin as his eyes dance with a familiar, yet utterly new kind of temptation. He’s teased me so many times, but this is no tease—he intends to deliver on the pleasure he’s promising.
When he wraps his lips around my middle finger, my insides melt. I’m a thin shell filled with molten lust as the wet heat of his tongue slicks over my fingertip, then sucks.
Some of that molten lust drips out into my underwear.
“Someone will see us.” Our brains are fascinating things, because I have no idea how mine is still functioning enough to realize that the windows are open and the lights are on.
His hand still wrapped around mine, Griffin takes care of the lights, flicking off the switches as he leads me down the hall.
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.