Page 115 of Bitter Lies

And why does my chest feel like it’s going to explode at that?

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Griffin gives me a couple of hours to brood before he uses his key and unlocks my door.

“Please do come in,” I say dryly from where I’m lying on my bed with my arm over my eyes.

Ignoring my sarcasm, he steps up to the bed and demands, “Let’s go.”

“Where? It’s ten o’clock at night.”

“Exactly.” He holds out his hand, but I just stare at him until he sighs.

Dropping his hand, he starts undressing, and for a minute, I’m speechless as his yummy pecs come into view. I have to roll my tongue back into my mouth when he smirks at me devilishly.

“What are you doing?” I ask a tad breathlessly.

“Going to bed.”

“Here?”

He shrugs before dropping his pants. “It would appear so.”

Staring wide-eyed at his erection as tingles surge in my core, I watch, bemused, as he pushes aside the covers, lifts me up, and sets me down on the sheet before crawling in beside me and turning off the bedside lamp.

The sounds of our breathing are the only thing I hear as I process the fact that Griffin is lying in my bed because apparently, he wants to sleep with me.

Huh.

Rustling breaks out before he pulls me into his arms with my back to his front and lays his chin in the crook of my shoulder. Quietly, we lie there as I wait for him to make a move, but he doesn’t, and I’m left confused and aching because his damn erection is brushing tantalizingly against my ass.

Finally, I shift, and he chuffs but still says nothing. Whatever, if he’s not going to do it, then I guess it’s up to me.

Pressing my fingers against my aching clit, I roll them around and bite back a moan, shuddering when he reaches around and covers my hand.

“You need dick, sweet?” he rumbles.

“Mm,” I whimper, stubbornly holding back the words after his crude question.

“Say it.” He presses his palm against my core and grinds harshly.

Stars dance behind my eyes, and I gasp, pleasure surging heavily, but then he stops, and I’m left panting as he slows to a gentle caress. “Tell me.”

Mewling my frustration, I push his hand away, but he’s immovable, bucking his cock against me until I cave because he’d do it better anyway.

“Please,” I whisper gruffly.

“Please what?”

“Griffin!” I snap, and he chuckles, shoving his hands down my shorts and grinding his palm against my clit as he slides two fingers inside me.

“Yes,” I moan, riding his hand while he pants in my ear. The sweet slide rises inside of me, and I know the pleasure I crave is right behind it, so I buck into him desperately, clenching when he groans.

“Come on my fingers, sweet,” he growls, and I do, flying over the edge with a full-body shudder as I keen my release into the universe.

With fumbling fingers, he pulls my shorts to my knees, pushes me to my stomach, and mounts me.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he slides inside.

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