Page 167 of The Rookie

“You’re gonna make me beg, aren’t you?”

“How did you know?”

“Knox…I’m not on the pill. We’re playing with fire.”

“Either we have a kid now or after we get married, baby. If you really want me to use the pull out method...”

I swallow down a ball of nerves as he locks his sparkling eyes on me.

Griffin taking me in the bathroom that night at the club was, without a doubt, the hottest night of my life.

“I just want to make you feel good,” I moan, reaching my hand out to grip his hip.

“Avery. Look at me.”

He hold my cheek as he presses in. “You.”

Thrust.

“Are.”

Thrust.

“My fucking…”

Thrust.

“Oh God, easy, there,” I groan.

“My fucking girl. Forever.”

“Yes. Take me, baby.”

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You,” I say without hesitation. “Only you.”

“That’s my sweet little girl.”

He bottoms out, and I moan involuntarily. He slams his hand over my mouth just a little too late.

“Told you,” I groan. “I can’t stay quiet.”

“Guess we’ll have to get creative then.”

“Get…creative?”

He pulls out, and then flips me over onto my stomach.

Grabbing one pillow to support my hips, he grabs another and puts it close to my head.

Pulling me up softly by the hair, he kisses me deeply.

“I love you baby. But you’re gonna get it now.” I can see his faint smile in the little moonlight that is seeping from outside.

He slams inside me, stretching me, making me feel so good, and I start to moan but before I let the sound out, he presses my face down into the pillow, so the feathers absorb my moans.

It’s dominant, it’s powerful, and it’s extraordinarily hot.

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