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Waves of pleasure have me rocking on his hand, greedy before I’ve even finished for more. I slide my legs wide. “Fuck me right now. Just like this.”

“You’re sure?” His voice is a low, perforated rumble.

“I’m sure,” I breathe.

I close my eyes, wanting only to feel.

I hear the zip of his pants and sense his heat as he leans over me.

For a moment, there’s only air glancing off my wet nipples, the sound of his breathing intertwined with mine.

“Beautiful,” he says. His hot tip brushes against my wetness, and I inch myself forward. I run my hand up over my breast with one hand, bracing myself against the cupboards with the other.

Griffin teases me, his tip stroking my entrance. “Say you want it.”

This is the only place he loves talking, and I eat it up. “I want it. I fucking want it so bad.”

His hand clamps around my hip, and a moment later, he fills me up in one smooth, jaw-dropping movement. “Fuck,” he breathes.

He doesn’t move for a moment, just pulses inside me. “Fucking magic,” he breathes.

I whimper against him, and he starts to move.

“More,” I insist.

He doesn’t hesitate. He begins to thrust with the urgency I need, harder and faster each time, until he has to cup his hand behind my head to protect it from hitting the cupboards.

“I can’t—I’m sorry,” he says, like he wants to slow but can’t.

“Keep going,” I grit, feeling heat building once more.

He doesn’t slow down. He brings a hand between us, touching my sensitive clit once more.

It’s like a tiny push over the edge. Just a few quick strokes along with his thrusts, and I’m tumbling, toppling, falling into open space as his body tightens.

“Jesus, Sasha, you feel like—” But he can’t continue. I feel him emptying himself inside me, and it’s so sexy I can hardly breathe. For a moment we stay clinging to each other, our breathing short and shallow. Finally he brings his lips to my ear, kissing my lobe with infinite tenderness, before whispering, “You feel like everything.”

CHAPTER36

Griffin

Ijolt to sitting in the middle of the night, my heart pounding. My muscles are tense, the feeling of running still spasming through them.

Sasha murmurs beside me.

Relief rushes through me. A dream. It was just a dream.

I lie back down, reaching out for Sasha, needing to feel her warm skin under my hand.

It was the dream again, the one in the warehouse.

Only this time, it was Sasha lying on the ground, blood running from her open mouth, the yellow dress she was wearing last night drenched crimson.

Shame takes over, heavy as lead. I replaced Laura in the nightmare that has consumed my life for a year. That has still lingered up until now, or at least so I’d thought.

My words to Lionel echo in my head.

I won’t forget about her.

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