Page 34 of Mocha Kisses

Here, with Nova, it makes sense though.

There were a few times I took charge when it was just Griffin and I but it always felt strange, like there was a dynamic missing. I didn’t want to command Griffin and him listening to me did nothing for either of us.

“No,” Griffin says as he catches onto my thinking before I do, a wild smile spreading across his face. I startle and frown before images of our college days flit through my mind. Hell, Griffin offered up a show yesterday in the kitchen, asking if I wanted to watch—if I wanted Nova to touch me. If I’d let that gorgeous man eat me out while Griffin watched.

My breath quickens as I try to hide what I’m thinking about. My fingers curl around the straps of my backpack, my gaze flitting between the both of them. Nova raises an eyebrow again, his hold tightening on Griffin’s shoulders. “What does she want, Fin? What’s going through our girl’s mind?”

Our.

He saidour.

I’m sure it was the slip of a tongue but god, it sounds perfect when it rolls off of Nova’s.

“Luna wants to watch,” Griffin sighs, leaning back against Nova. “We were into a lot of things in college. Watching, performing. I told you this. I’ve mentioned it before.” Griffin sounds almost agitated but I know for a fact that he’s just trying to disguise what he wants, just as much as I am. We both think we’re being selfish but the growing bulge between his thighs tells me otherwise.

If either of them were to come closer, they’d be able to feel the heat rising off my skin or notice my nipples pebbling beneath my shirt.

Nova grins as he stands up fully. “Ah. Good to know.” He wraps a hand around the front of Griffin’s neck and squeezes just enough to draw a gasp from my lover’s lips. Griffin’s hips buck forward as Nova twists him around and devours his lips in a rough kiss. I stand there, watching, intrigued by the dominant display. “Griffin, I think you and Luna have some work to do. As do I,” Nova mentions as he pulls away. “Luna, do you have any other information that might help me?”

I’m just there, my panties damp as Griffin unsuccessfully tries to catch his breath. “Wait what?”

Nova chuckles, a deep hearty sound, and steps around Griffin to place himself in front of me. His gaze dips down to my shirt, no doubt catching on to how turned on I am at the moment. He doesn’t touch me but that almost makes this moment worse as he bends down just enough, his lips hovering over mine. “Information, angel. I’m wondering if you have some.”

My entire body alights with need as I tremble beneath his attention. Is this what caught Griffin? This intense blue stare with an insane focus? “Um, yes?” I say softly. His breath fans across my lips and I step back, horrified when I catch a second scent.Lemon.The body wash from yesterday was his. Why the fuck didn’t Griffin say anything? Shaking off that thought, I slip off my bag and reach inside, scrambling for the paper I received six years ago, the contract that my father—John Williamson—supposedly signed. “Here.”

Nova straightens up and reaches for it, his elegantly long fingers brushing mine. I don’t miss the faded tattoos on the back of his hand, those lines bleeding and following up his arm. “And what is this?”

Is he wholly unaffected or just playing with me? I’m confused and hot and needy. Griffin is no help as he reaches down to adjust himself, pure as-shit sunshine radiating from his expression. He’s enjoying this.

“Luna,focus.”

I want to stomp my foot and ask him how the hell I’m supposed to focus when he’s purposefully confusing me by almost kissing me like that but I just clear my throat. “The contract that was delivered to my house six years ago. It has my father’s signature and his thumbprint which says they can come after family.”

“Mmm, this will be helpful. Why don’t you get started on Griffin’s manuscript and I’ll bring you something to drink before I look into this?”

Nova isn’t really asking, Griffin tugging me toward the table we were at yesterday. “Welcome to Nova.”

“Seriously?”

“He can get really intense but fuck, it’s amazing.”

“I can see that.”

Griffin’s grin widens. “I thought you were either going to combust or jump his bones.”

“The thought occurred to me but I already have two men, Griffin.”

“You’re allowed to be selfish, Luna. You deserve to be selfish.” He pulls me against his side, content to hold me there as I pull his manuscript from my bag and set it on the table. It’s strange mixing business with pleasure and yet, it feels normal. Comfortable. It reminds me of the dreams I used to have—granted there were fewer men but Griffin would return from teaching while I poured over a manuscript. Our nights would delve into erotic chaos as we shared each other or found excitement somewhere else. “The question is,” Griffin halts my movements as he pinches my chin and twists my face to look at him. “Do you want to be selfish?”

“I-”

“Nova wanted to do a lot more than just kiss you and I’m sure Rome would keep you in bed forever if time would allow it.”

“And you?”

“I never want to let you go. From my sight, my side, my bed.”

I bite my lip, thinking. “You feel the same way about Nova, too, don’t you?” He nods. “I want to be selfish. So much. But it’s hard when I haven’t been able to.”

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