Page 37 of The Wrong Sister

“I’m terrified right now, Mina.” I have to clear my throat and there’s the tiniest softening in her eyes, giving me the courage to press on. “Catherine was the default, not you. I didn’t choose, I just thought it was the right thing. The expected thing. And it didn’t matter how much I wanted you, I wasn’t brave enough.” I can see her pulse pounding in her throat and she’s blinking rapidly. “There’s nothing boring and safe about being with you. That’s all I know—boring and safe. But I don’t want that if it means being without you. I don’t want to go back to the way things were. Can you forgive me?”

She swallows hard before her features slip back to their previous ice sculpture form. “It’s possible.Ifyou can show me how sorry you are.”

“How?”

“On your knees.” She raises one eyebrow at me, her stance powerful. She’s like a fucking goddess. I can get behind this brand of apology. 100%. I reach around her, unzipping the back of her skirt and pushing it down to the floor. She steps out of it and the sight of her in tall heels and lace panties has me impossibly hard.

“You’re so fucking bossy.” I lower myself to my knees in front of her, sliding her panties down so she can step out of them, then tucking them into my pocket. “I love it.”

She pushes everything on her desk back and I lift her onto it, bringing myself between her legs. Lifting her right leg, she places her high heel on my shoulder. Fuck, are we 100% sure thisisn’tmy fantasy?

“Show me how sorry you are, Griffin. Convince me that you want me, for real, not in secret.”

I do, gladly. Driving her higher is my absolute pleasure. With little licks, skirting around where she really wants me, I tease and the taste of her has my dick straining against my pants. I bring the flat of my tongue up, pausing to speak against her warm skin.

“Lie back for me.”

She does and I slide her closer to the edge as she puts her other heel up. I blow across her skin, making her shiver, before continuing where I left off. Mina is writhing on her desktop and something falls over. She’s making these tiny little mewling noises that make me ache for her. I cover all the bases, my mouth on her clit, a finger curling up into her g-spot while I use my other hand to run her moisture over her perineum before sliding the tip of my pinky over puckered skin and inside, pressing down and forward. That pushes her over the edge. She tenses, every muscle clenching, heels digging into me, before exploding with my name on her tongue. I could stay here, Mina pulsing under my lips, forever. I keep my mouth on her, tasting and touching until she grabs me by the hair and pulls me up.

“I feel like you’re sorry, but I’m not positive. Make me sure you won’t treat me that way again.” She undoes my belt and pushes everything down, gripping my cock and magically producing a condom, possibly from thin air, rolling it down before spinning around to face the desk.

“Mina, I can’t tell you how much I want this but… the logistics are problematic. I’m so much taller than you are.”

She flashes me a naughty smile over her shoulder. “I’ll keep the heels on. Make it work, Griffin. You owe me.”

This is a problem worth solving. I bend my knees deep, feeling completely ridiculous until I push up into her and stop caring about everything except how it feels, groaning with pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel…”

“Less talking, more thrusting, Simms.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Everything about this is so fucking hot and my body is racing to the finish line. I grip my hands around her hips and lift her up. Having my knees that bent was awkward as fuck. She drops her forearms on the desk, bracing herself and the noise she just made says this position is better for her too. A strange, strangled groan slips out of my throat as I slide in more deeply. Frankly, I should be embarrassed by how little control or stamina I have right now. The angle is too good. She’s too sexy. And I’ve been thinking about this every moment since she slammed her door. She’s pressing back into me, the rotating movement of her ass pushing me closer. Mina gets her knees up on the edge of the desk and it almost kills me. She’s all pulsing heat, squeezing around me as I pound into her relentlessly.

“Griffin! Right there! Don’t fucking stop!”

I growl, feeling primal, every thrust harder, bottoming out in her. She tenses around me, milking my cock with intense, quick squeezes, then collapses, her body shuddering into me. I come undone, emptying myself into her, flushed with exertion. I set her down carefully, my legs trembling.

“I think I forgive you. You make a compelling argument.”

“You are so fucking sexy, Mina.” She grins at me. I like that she accepts my compliments and doesn’t try to swipe them away or qualify them. Why should she? It’s the truth.

“Should we talk about the fact that I’ve never done that before? I’m not really about false impressions.” She straightens her blouse, picking up her skirt.

“Which part?”

“All of it? I mean, any form of sex in my office, for one. And…” she gets a hint of blush on her cheeks, “what you did to me, there at the end, when you were going down on me. I’ve never had…” I like that I’ve made badass Mina a little bashful.

“The finger? Was that ok? I should have asked. But I read…”

“Wait, you’ve never done that either?”

Now it’s my turn to blush. “I read that pairing can make a woman’s orgasm bigger. That spreading the attention in multiple areas can be better. I might have done some research. I had a lot of spare time on my hands. And I wanted you to feel good if you ever gave me another chance…” I trail off.

“Mission fucking accomplished! Hottest. Nerd. Ever.” She emphasizes each word with a kiss, and I wish we were somewhere else so I could strip her clothes off and lose myself in kissing her. Instead, she steps into her skirt, all business.

“I won’t say I haven’t thought about that, a lot, but it wasn’t my plan,” I tell her as I fix my clothes. “I wanted to talk to you. To see you.”

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