I take off my clothes on the roof deck because I can’t be bothered to go back downstairs for a swimsuit. I love the feel of the warm water on my bare skin. When I look up at the stars, I take a moment to appreciate the turn my life has taken. While it’s scary and not the right circumstances, this baby is something I’ll always have to remember my time with Griffin.
That thought feels sad. I’m finally sitting with my feelings. Everything from being left at the altar to having Griffin show up at a roach motel happened without reflection. Now, naked and alone, I face it.
“Hormones got you going?” Griffin asks, appearing behind me. He quickly rids himself of his clothes. “Or did I say something wrong?”
“Probably hormones,” I tell him as he slips into the warm water. “You’ve been great. Thank you. I really didn’t expect you to be so accommodating, especially since a family from Iowa and a baby are the last things you ever wanted.”
“It’s right up there with ingrown toenails and generalized anxiety disorder,” he jokes. “I can do anything for a few days. And the baby... I don’t know.”
He pulls me into his lap on the underwater bench. Of course, he’s hard as a rock. I lean against his chest, wanting to be held.
“That’s what has me pensive,” I admit. “That he or she will be all I’ll have left of you one day. I’m sure you’ll come to graduations. There will be birthday cards. But...”
“When did ‘one day at a time’ become graduation and birthday cards?”
“Just getting myself all twisted up.”
“Stick to the plan. One day at a time. Today is almost over, and I want to have sex with you. Here in the hot tub. In our bed tomorrow morning. A quickie at the office if you can keep quiet.” His expression turns wicked.
“No sex at the office. You’re going to be a managing partner; behave like one.” I take a firm stand, and he kisses my neck.
“You’re going to be good for me.”
I look up at him and hope that he’ll be good for me, too. Instead of voicing my concerns, I kiss his soft lips and roll my hips against him.
“Ahh,” he groans. “Doing that will get you very fucked, Mrs. Calloway.”
“That’s the plan, Mr. Calloway.”
20
GRIFFIN
Everything about marrying Selena is terrifying except for the sex.
With her sitting on my painfully aroused cock, I have one comfort: I can communicate with Selena better with my body than I can with words. Somehow, I’m always on the verge of hurting her when I speak, but I know how to worship her body. And she has a body worth benediction.
We kiss, and her warm mouth arouses me further. I touch her soft breasts, her nipples peaking just as hard as I am. I suck on each one, tasting her, marking her. Her fingers trail up my chest, exploring the muscles I work hard to maintain.
My body heats with anticipation when her hands dip lower, grazing my stomach. I want to lose myself in the enchantment of her, but I also know she craves connection.
Her deep green eyes drink me in as if she’s searching my soul. She’s the only real thing right now. My partnership, the acquisition, her family, her ex... nothing makes sense but her.
“Are you okay?” I ask sincerely, leaning forward to kiss her wet neck.
She brushes her lips against my jaw. "I am now.”
Her eyes find mine, and the world fades. I hold her hips and grind along her opening, desperate to be inside her. She presses down on me, smiling like she knows exactly how thoroughly she ruins me.
“You’re addictive,” I say, kissing her soft lips again. She’s drugs and wine, decadence and light.
My hands slide over her ass, spreading her cheeks. I’m beyond ready. She kisses my neck and shoulder.
“You’re dangerous,” she whispers against my skin.
I wonder if she knows how right she is. It’s dangerous to love me because I’m unlovable. I’m white furniture. A sealed file. A sheer drop.
Her fingers trace my bare back with reverence. She kisses my chest, barely breathing, as I position her hips, readying my wife for her husband’s cock. Her fingers rake my scalp and thread into my hair, tugging gently. A low groan tears from my throat. That is all I can stand.
