I pat her bare knee, and her gaze drops. She sees it. The tent in my trousers is undeniable.
“Oh. Shit. Sorry.” I make a vain attempt to cover it with my jacket. “You’re really cute, Selena, and my cock is... enthusiastic. Don’t let him scare you. He knows where we are, but I’m enjoying our conversation.”
I scoop a bite for myself. My cock is not confused. He knows exactly what he wants.
“Me too,” she says lightly. “Do you need to go take care of that?” She’s biting her lip again.
“You mean, go handle myself in the men’s room? No. If it doesn’t bother you, I’ll suffer through it.” I place another bite in her mouth, and she takes it, her eyes flicking down to my lap again.
“So what kinky stuff do you do?” She squeaks out the question.
“Hmm. What do I do that won’t scare a runaway bride from Iowa?” I pretend to think. “Honestly, I worship a woman’s body. I like all parts of her. I like tasting them. I’m not into whips and chains. I like to see women unravel. And I’ve got enough... energy... to make that happen.”
I offer a soft smile so I don’t terrify her.
“I can see,” she whispers.
“Oh yes, another bite.” I slide another spoonful into her mouth.
“I’m also good with just kissing...” I say softly, leaning in until I’m inches from her face.
“Are you?” She’s breathless.
“May I kiss you, Selena?” I give her an earnest look. A real one. One I never give women in this club. “Just a kiss. Nothing else.”
I’m usually all seduction, all transactional efficiency. But for her, I’m patient. I’m fascinated.
“Yes, Griffin.”
She lies back against the pillows. I move the dessert aside and slide in close to her, cupping her face in my palm. I lower my mouth to hers and plant a soft, claiming kiss on the lips I’ve wanted all night long.
4
SELENA
I shouldn’t be kissing him. I know that, but Griffin’s mouth is a heaven I didn't know existed.
Landon's kisses were predictable: a few pecks on the lips, then his tongue would slip into my mouth like a dead fish, roll around a little bit, and that was it. Next, he would be pumping his cock and fingering me like he was checking for a pulse.
Griffin is different. His mouth brushes across mine sensually, teasing me before he deepens the contact. He presses a soft kiss onto my lips, then trails down to my jaw, my throat, the sensitive spot behind my ear. I’m so hot and bothered by the time his mouth reclaims mine that I’m the one dipping my tongue into his mouth, begging for more.
“God, you’re a good kisser,” I gasp when I come up for air.
“Thanks. Like I said,” his voice dips into a lower register that vibrates through my chest, “I like tasting a woman.”
He offers me a gracious smile. It’s regal, not smarmy. He is confident and alluring—nothing like Landon.
“I don’t like an audience, though. Do you mind if I close these?” He tugs on the thick pink velvet drapes that surround the bed.
I nod dumbly because my words are not really working at this moment.
He slides off the bed and stands to close the curtains. All I can see is the massive erection tenting his trousers. People across the room could probably see how aroused he is, butwhat I love about him is that he just doesn't give a fuck. He hasn't awkwardly adjusted himself or apologized. He's just comfortable in his own skin.
He also hasn't groped me. He hasn't touched anything but my face. All he did was kiss me with masterful expertise. When he comes back to my side to close the final gap in the curtains, his dick is practically at eye level.
“I feel like I need to pat him or apologize or something,” I say, a nervous giggle escaping me.
“If you pat him, he’ll probably lose his shit. He’s feeling very much like a teenager right now,” Griffin says with a laugh. “I don’t think he’s ever been this hard, the motherfucker.” He shakes his head, amused by his own body.
