Not really sure what to expect, Kristen rolled over and got to her hands and knees only to have Garrett grab hold of her hips and pull closer and-
“Oh, God!” she moaned as she felt the first swipe of his tongue across her slit.
The second one had her shifting her legs apart and her back arching as he used his hold on her hips to pull her closer, the move bringing his mouth tightly against her pussy. When she felt his tongue part her folds and slide into her, her hands fisted in the comforter as a loud moan was ripped from her lips. The groan he released as his tongue slid inside her left her whimpering.
It felt so good, Kristen thought as she knelt there, unable to help but moan as he fucked her with his tongue, the move causing his lip to tease her clit while she struggled not to move and ride his tongue. When he released his hold on her hips to slide his hand over her side and cupped her breast, she found herself glancing back over her shoulder and-
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered, watching as his hand wrapped around his cock and began moving in time with his tongue, letting her know that he was imagining fucking her.
When her hips moved on their own, he growled in approval, the hand on her breast kneading the soft globe as he continued stroking his cock. She struggled to stop, but she couldn’t, with every gentle squeeze of his hand and slide of his tongue, it drove her crazy, left her desperate for more until she found herself slowly rotating her hips, careful not to dislodge the thick tongue inside her as she watched his hand move to match the rhythm.
It felt so good, too good, Kristen thought, gasping as she was forced to drop her head while she moved as he kept his tongue inside her, allowing her to ride it as she thought about all those times she’d imagined what it would be like to have him touch her, kiss her, and bend her over the couch and-
“Garrett!”
-screamed his name as she felt his muffled growl against her slit seconds before her arms finally gave out, dropping her to the bed, where she struggled to catch her breath and had to admit that he definitely did his homework.
CHAPTER 29
One Week Later...
She should probably get ready for her trip tomorrow, Kristen thought as she tried to focus on what she was writing only to find herself glancing to her right and-
No, she told herself with a firm shake of her head as she forced herself to focus back on her computer, reminding herself that she had better things to do than sit here thinking about all those incredibly naughty things that he did to her over the past week. She needed to finish this book, which was why she wasn’t going to think about Garrett, or all the times he woke her up with his tongue.
She definitely wasn’t going to think about all those times that he placed her on the nearest surface so that he could finger her while they made-out. It would also be wrong to think about the way that he bent her over his desk last night so that he could tease her with the tip of his cock, leaving her struggling not to beg him to fuck her, because that would be wrong.
So very wrong.
Plus, she didn’t have time for that, Kristen told herself as she once again found herself glancing to her right and-
No.
She wasn’t weak, damn it!
She could sit here and work without thinking about how much she liked making him lose control. Because it didn’t matter. Not even a little bit. She would not think about the first time that she wrapped her hand around him, the way that he moaned her name or the incredibly sexy sounds that he made when she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. She had a book to finish and he had lawyer-type things to do.
Besides, she was leaving in the morning, which meant that she wouldn’t get another chance to write again until she came home on Monday. The reminder that she wouldn’t see Garrett for four days had her biting back a grumble as she forced herself to get back to work, telling herself that it had nothing to do with whatever it was that they were doing and everything to do with finishing this book.
Satisfied with the line of bullshit that she kept telling herself, Kristen read through the last paragraph that she wrote only to frown and go back, reading it one more time before she sighed and tried to figure out why the sentence wasn’t working for her. She needed to change out a word, she realized, moving to turn her Wi-Fi back on so that she could use an online thesaurus only to decide against it, knowing that there was a good chance that she would end up checking her email or Facebook, which would end with her posting, commenting, responding, and getting sucked down into a rabbit hole and losing the last few hours that she had to write.
Which meant that she was going to have to do this the old-fashioned way, Kristen decided as she clicked “Save” before she placed her laptop on the coffee table, stood up, careful of the dog that was sprawled out in front of the couch only to realize that hewasn’t there anymore. Having a pretty good idea where Blanket was, Kristen glanced back at Garrett’s desk only to find the large golden retriever that should be looking at her adoringly passed out in the dog bed that Garrett made for him.
Biting back a sigh, Kristen made her way to the bookshelves and slowly started making her way down the room, searching for a thesaurus. She found several law dictionaries, more law books, and even more law books, until finally, she found a dictionary on the shelf above her head, and just above that, a thesaurus. She reached for the book only to realize that she wasn’t tall enough to-
“Is this what you’re looking for?” Garrett whispered in her ear, making her breath catch in her throat as she felt his hand cup her hip as he reached past her and grabbed the book. “What’s the word that you need help with?” Garrett asked as he used the hold on her hip to pull her closer until her back was pressed against his chest, reminding her of what happened this morning when she woke up to find him holding her and-
“Wet,” Kristen said, reminding herself that now was not the time to be thinking about just how much she liked it when he snuck into her room first thing in the morning.
“Rainy, raining, misty, drizzly, pouring, showery,” Garrett whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against her skin with each word, making it difficult to focus as he placed the book back on the shelf.
“Wrong context.”
“Give me the sentence,” Garrett said as he pressed his lips against the side of her neck.
Swallowing hard, Kristen said, “She felt herself growing wet.”
“Aroused, damp, soaking, turned on,” Garrett whispered against her skin.
