Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I probably wouldn’t have freaked out the way I did had I realized he was only going to be more persistent in going into my room, but I did freak out.
Then he got a curious look in his eye.
“Don’t go in there!” I yelled when he started to push my bedroom door open.
He cocked his head. “Why not?”
Because the vibrator you gave to me is on my nightstand…next to my lube!
Instead, I settled on, “Because that’s my room! Get out!”
He grinned.
It was the first grin I’d ever seen grace his lips, and I knew I’d do anything to see it again.
Even humiliate myself by letting him go into my room where he would undoubtedly see what I most definitely did not want him to see.
And I knew the instant he saw it once he turned on the light.
His body froze, spine going solid.
He went through the room, checking under the bed and in the closet, before he stopped in front of my night stand and picked up the vibrator that had very recently been inside of me.
Very recently – as in a scant hour ago.
Then, with me watching in horror, he brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply and obviously.
My mouth dropped open at the way his eyes darkened.
Mother. Fucker.
Then, without a single word, he placed the vibrator down gently on the nightstand and disappeared into the night without so much as a backwards glance.
Leaving me with a proverbial flood going on in my panties as arousal shot through me at the way he’d knowingly smelled the vibrator.
Sweet baby Jesus, that was hot!
So very, very hot.
And so very, very bad.
My mind was torn between wanting him to come back and never wanting to see him again.
I did, however, sneak out onto my front porch to look down the street.
By the time I got in a place where I could look without being seen, every single one of them was already gone.
***
My eyes snapped open as my heart beat out a rapid staccato in my chest.
Someone was in the room with me.
“Shh,” a familiar deep timbered voice soothed. “It’s me.”
“Why are you in my room?” I asked Griffin.
“I want you,” he whispered.
The storm that was raging outside shook the house with a massive thunderbolt, and I groaned as Griffin’s body settled on the bed, pinning my thighs with his.
“You want this,” he said roughly.
I shook my head no, but my ass betrayed me by pushing up and back against his hardening dick as his big body was pressing me down into the mattress.
My mind was only partially online, which might’ve been the reason that I was letting some virtual stranger, one who’d beat up my neighbor only hours before, touch me.
“I can’t,” I whispered.
Griffin ignored me, lifting his knees, one by one, to remove the sheet that was keeping me from him.
My hair was in a tangled mess around my face, and I threw the braid back, coming up on an elbow to look behind me.
But I couldn’t see a damn thing except for the blinking clock in the corner of the room that told me the power had already gone out once tonight.
“What are you doing?” I asked when I felt him reach over my body to the night stand.
I had my question answered only moments later when I heard the familiar buzzing of the vibrator as he turned it on.
“I debated on whether or not I should come back here tonight,” he whispered, running the vibrator all the way down the length of my spine.
I gasped.
“I probably shouldn’t be here…” he whispered against my neck, causing shivers to course down my body. “I’m not a very good person.”
“You’re a cop,” I breathed, inadvertently pushing my butt up to allow him better access to the good stuff.
But the way his legs bracketed mine kept me exactly where he wanted me.
“Doesn’t mean a damn thing in this day and age,” I heard him rumble right before his lips began trailing down my spine just as he’d done with the vibrator only moments before.
“Hold still,” he said gruffly.
I did.
The snick of a pocket knife being opened had me stilling even more, if that was even possible, and I waited, shocked and unmoving, as he used the knife to cut my panties from my body.
Oh. My. God!
Ohmygod.
He just cut my panties from my body!
Griffin slid the vibrator between my thighs. The way he had me laying on my belly with my legs held shut by his, created a tight passageway between my legs.
So when the vibrator slipped between my thighs, running along the outside of my sex, I shivered in anticipation.
The vibrator was already slicked up with lube, something I hadn’t even heard him open.
And with the way my pussy was already leaking for him, the vibrator sank all the way down between my legs until the tip touched the bed.
As he slowly dragged it back up across my closed sex, my eyes crossed when it moved over my unexposed clit.
“Mmmm,” I moaned into my pillow.
My arms were now at my sides, and I latched on to his thighs.
They were covered in jeans, but they were so soft, and I focused on the way his hard thighs felt underneath my hands to keep from coming like a two pump chump.
“When I gave this to you, I thought you’d just repackage it with new batteries and resell it since it wasn’t opened,” he murmured softly as he continued to pump the dildo between my thighs.
That’s probably what I should’ve done, but, honestly, it had never crossed my mind.
The only thing that had crossed my mind was using it – while I thought about him – and that’s exactly what I did.
“H-how do you k-know this one is y-yours?” I stuttered.
I hated my stuttering.
But it was something I would forever struggle with when I was overly nervous or excited Something that I’d learned to live with.
Not that it wasn’t still embarrassing.
I tensed up in response to my thoughts. My reaction had him folding his body over mine, leaving the vibrator in place and buzzing against my clit. “What’s wrong, my queen?” He rasped against my neck.