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I press myself against her while we ride it out together, the crest, the peak, the flow, the ebb.

“Sasha,” I grit out when I can suck in a breath again. I meet her eyes, brushing her wet hair from her face. “Sasha. My fucking God.”

CHAPTER26

Griffin

Iwanted this from the beginning. It’s the only explanation I can come up with for why I put myself in this position I knew would mean failure.

I stroke the hair from Sasha’s cheek as she slowly rises and falls, her eyes fluttering.

She’s naked on top of me, on my bed. She works herself slowly up and down on my cock, which was ready again in what felt like minutes. Then again.

“Griffin,” Sasha whispers, cupping my hand to her face.

“Yes, baby,” I whisper back, even though we’re all alone, miles from anyone, nestled in the safety of my cabin.

“I feel…complete.” She laughs softly. “It’s so corny, I know.” She leans forward so her hands bracket my neck, her breasts grazing my chest.

I want to close my eyes, to relish the pleasure of how she feels on top of me, but I don’t break eye contact. I want to hear every word Sasha says.

“When I’m with you,” she moans as she rests on my cock, “it feels like…like you’re holding on to every part of me. Like there’s nothing out of place.”

She works herself on me again, up and down, soft and warm and perfect.

“You complete me,” she says, then bursts into laughter. “I told you it was corny.”

I love how she’s like this. Chatty when we’re doing it slowly. Laughing while she’s riding me.

I grip her ass now, helping her move. “That was a good movie.”

She kisses me, her lips soft and pliant, her tongue dancing against my teeth.

“Hey!” she exclaims suddenly, lifting her face away. “You never did tell me what your favorite movie is.”

I laugh softly, then, without warning, cup my arm around her lower back and flip us around so she’s on her back, her hair fanned out around her face.

I kiss her neck. “I’m still not going to tell you.”

“Not fair,” she says, arching her back as I bend down, capturing her nipple with my mouth. I thrust into her, tugging at her with my tongue and teeth.

“You never told me yours.”

“It’s not sexy,” she breathes.

“You’re all the sexy I need.”

She moans. She’s close again, and this time I’m not going to stop her from coming. I rise up onto my knees, gripping her hips as I pull her bottom half onto my lap. I soak in the sight of her as she throws her arms over her head.

“It’sWitness,” she says.

I pause. “The ’80s movie?”

She laughs. It’s like bells tinkling. “Yeah. About the Amish kid who witnesses a murder—”

I release her hip from my hand and press a finger to her lips. “No. You were right; it’s not sexy. None of those words should be coming out of your mouth while I’m fucking you.”

She laughs, grasping my wrist to try to pull my hand from her mouth. “Amish men are so sexy,” she manages before I cover it again. She wrenches it off. “I mean it. They build barns with their bare hands.”

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