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It’s always Hadleigh who flashes at me. I see her in this version of me.

Juices getting everywhere, I scramble off the seat to wedge myself between Griffin’s legs. I open my mouth, and he shoots his cum down my throat. But he pulls out a few seconds later and lets the last of it hit my face, my lips, my chin.

“Fuck, baby.” He kisses me, not caring that my face is splattered with his cum. When I try to reposition myself, he grips my chin. “Lick the rest of your juices from my cock.”

His words have me sweeping my tongue across the head of his cock and then down the sides like it’s a damn ice cream cone. Only it’s salty and tangy. The taste of my arousal combined with his cum ignites a frenzy, a hit of something I’m instantly addicted to instead of being disgusted.

“What a good goddamn girl you are for me.” Griffin’s praise throws beads on my naked happy dance of empowerment.

Next, he’s greedily putting me back together. “Cover up that ass. No one sees you. This is only for me. No one will ever see you on your knees or hear you begging for my cock, do you hear me?”

“I hear you.” I glance down at his lap and grab his dick. “And don’t you even think of sharingthiswith someone else.”

“Never.” His mouth crashes on mine. “Fuck, I didn’t think you could taste any sweeter. Any sexier. I love this.”

He groans a curse like he said too much. Shaking his head, he pushes the window down and slaps the door with his hand to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s go. Get us the fuck home.”

Griffin gives me a once-over and drags his thumb across my mouth. “I made a mess of you. And that’s my right. But don’t you ever dare leave the house looking like this.”

Before I even attempt to respond, the front passenger door opens and Zeke gets in next to Gus, both smelling like smoke. It’s oddly pleasant, but it doesn’t temper the smell of dirty arousal permeating the car’s interior.

I catch the same lingering scent on some of Griffin’s older clothes. I’m so proud he’s not had one puff. The restraint, the...

The proof he can withstand giving up any addiction.

Like...me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Griffin

Ava falls asleep onmy shoulder. My ego is tricking me that the orgasms knocked her out. Unless it was arousal mixed with alcohol. It’s less than a ten-minute drive and we’re back at my townhouse.

Ava murmurs, and I choose to lift her into my arms instead of waking her. I like her like this. Dependent on me. Needing me.

I bring her inside, and without even stopping, I climb up the five flights to our bedroom. I lay her on my bed and kiss her forehead, letting her sleep.

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