Page 155 of The Rookie

We’re a tangle of limbs and heat, her nails raking down my back as she gasps my name, her voice raw and breathless. My mouth finds hers, messy and desperate, swallowing her sounds as I drive into her, faster, harder, needing her in a way that borders on madness.

Her hands grip my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin, pulling me closer, deeper, as if she’s trying to fuse us together.

"Griffin," she moans, her head tipping back, her hair spilling over her shoulders, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I press my lips to her throat, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse under my tongue.

"Avery," I growl, my hands sliding lower, lifting her slightly, angling her just right. "Look at me."

Her eyes snap open, locking onto mine, and the intensity there—pure, raw, unfiltered—makes my breath catch.

"Don’t stop," she pleads, her voice breaking. "Don’t you dare stop. Oh God.” She moans, biting my shoulder.

"Never," I promise, my voice rough, the word tearing from my throat as I thrust into her harder, chasing the edge, pulling her along with me. “Take every inch, baby.”

Her pussy tightens around me with her body, her head falling back as a broken cry tears from her lips, as she bucks against me, wild.

“So good.”

And I’m right there with her.

"That’s it," I murmur, my hand tangling in her hair, holding her close. "Let go for me, baby. Just let go."

She shatters, her body trembling against mine, her nails scraping down my back, leaving marks I’ll wear with pride.

And the sight of her—so wild, so undone—pulls me over the edge, my release hitting me like a freight train, leaving me wrecked, breathless, completely hers.

We collapse together, our breaths ragged, our bodies still tangled, the heat of the moment fading into a warm, heady haze.

I press my forehead to hers, my hand brushing a strand of hair from her face, and for the first time in a long time, I feel…whole.

And as her lips curve into a soft, sleepy smile, I know—there’s no going back.

Avery Sinclair owns me.

She always has.

The heat of her body against mine is everything I’ve ever wanted. The way she shivers, the soft sound of my name falling from her lips—it’s wrecking me in the best possible way.

We’re still tangled together, her breath warm against my chest, my hands brushing over her damp hair. I press my forehead to hers, savoring the quiet, intimate aftermath of everything we just shared.

And then?—

Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz.

The sharp vibration of a phone breaks through the haze, jolting us both back to reality.

She freezes, her head lifting slightly as the sound repeats.

"What the…" Avery mutters, untangling herself from me as her eyes dart to the marble counter.

The screen of her phone lights up, the name flashing in bright white letters:

Cassie Calling.

"Shit," she whispers, scrambling to grab it.

I lean back against the wall, running a hand through my hair as she answers, her voice breathless and unsteady.

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