Page 176 of The Rookie

“You’re the boss now,” he murmurs, low and possessive, his lips brushing my ear as his hands trail down to the curve of my thighs. “But here? You’re mine.”

My pulse pounds in my ears as he spins me to face the glass window, the sprawling Dallas skyline glittering below. Hisfingers hook into the waistband of my panties, and with one smooth motion, they’re gone, leaving me breathless.

I grip the edge of the desk as he presses against me, his heat, his strength, his intensity overwhelming.

His hands slide up my thighs, spreading them slightly. His voice softens, but the heat doesn’t waver. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? I’ve thought about this—about you—every second since the day we met.”

My heart races as he presses his body to mine, his hand sliding between us to stroke me, his movements slow and deliberate. My hips buck against him instinctively, desperate for more.

“You’re already soaked,” he murmurs, his voice filled with raw admiration. “Good girl.”

The words send a jolt of pleasure through me, and I bite my lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape.

“Don’t hold back,” he says, his lips brushing my shoulder as his free hand grips my hip, positioning me. “I want everyone in this city to know who you belong to.”

“Yes,” I mewl.

The head of him presses against me, and my breath hitches as he slides inside, stretching me, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming—too much and just enough all at once.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to move, each thrust deliberate, measured, sending sparks of pleasure racing through me. “You feel like heaven, baby.”

My fingers clutch the edge of the desk as he picks up the pace, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, more insistent. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with our ragged breaths.

“Look out there,” he rasps, his hand sliding up to grip my throat gently, tilting my head to the glass. “This is our city. And right here, right now? You’re mine.”

The combination of his voice, his touch, and the breathtaking view pushes me closer to the edge, my body tightening around him as he moves inside me, every stroke deliberate and devastating, filling me in a way that leaves no doubt—he was made for me.

“Oh God,” I gasp, my voice breaking as the pressure builds, climbing higher and higher.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, one hand gripping my hips as the other slides down, cupping my ass. He kneads it possessively before landing a sharp, stinging slap that sends a jolt of pleasure racing through me. “This perfect ass? It’s mine, too. Every inch of you belongs to me.”

My moan turns into a cry, muffled only by his hand clamping over my mouth. He chuckles darkly, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this—bare, shaking, and completely at my mercy.”

He leans back slightly, his thick length dragging slowly against every sensitive nerve, making my knees nearly give out. Another firm slap lands on my ass, the sting only heightening the pleasure as his hand soothes over the heated skin, massaging it tenderly. “God, I could worship this body for the rest of my life. You’re a fucking masterpiece, Sinclair.”

“Don’t you mean…Mrs. Knox?”

Griffin growls in response, and I tremble under his touch, my body responding to every word, every movement, as his pace intensifies. His grip tightens, his breath hot against my neck as he drives me higher, closer to the edge of oblivion.

“Let go for me,” he commands, his voice low and raw. “Scream my name. Show me who owns you.”

And when the release comes, it’s all-consuming, ripping through me in waves that leave me trembling. He follows me over the edge, his body shuddering as he thrusts deep one last time, his growl vibrating through my chest, his size overwhelming me in the most exquisite way.

We stay there for a moment, tangled together, our bodies pressed against the glass, the city glittering below us. His lips press a tender kiss to the back of my neck, and his voice, rough but filled with reverence, breaks the silence.

“You’re my queen, Avery Knox. And I’ll worship you every day for the rest of my life.”

I turn to face him, my heart swelling as I meet his gaze. “You know,” I say, a smile tugging at my lips. “This is a pretty amazing office. I might even let you use it sometime.”

He laughs, pulling me into his arms. “As long as you keep making me this proud, baby, you can have anything you want.”

“Everything else is a bonus, Griffin. All I ever really wanted was you.”

He grins down at me, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Well, Mrs. Knox, it’s a good thing you’ve got me. I’m a package deal—sexy suits, big dreams, and all.”

I laugh, leaning into him. “Don’t forget the world’s most supportive hype man, Mr. Knox. And extremely humble.”

“Extremelyhumble.”

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