My pulse flies as does Griffin’s. A bead of sweat rolls over his temple and down his cheek when he hammers his hips harder into me.
“I’m so close. I’m so damn close,” I pant.
“Play with your clit, Raven. Make yourself come all over my dick. I want to feel your cum dripping down my balls.”
I do as he says, rubbing my bundle of nerves with my index finger.
The grand ascent of my climax hits its peak.
“Come for me, Baby.”
Griffin’s words push me over the edge. My pussy flutters, squeezing his cock, pulling him in deeper. His hips stutter, and I feel his length pump his seed into my channel.
Griffin slumps, crushing me into the wall, and I love it. “Fuck, Raven. You’re going to kill me with your pussy.”
Tracing his spine with my fingertips, I rest my head on his shoulder. “Maybe I shouldn’t be having sex with an old man, then.”
“Such a brat,” he quips back.
There’s a pounding on the kitchen door, causing me to yelp and hide my face in Griffin’s neck.
“Guys! Let me in! The mozzarella sticks are going to burn!”
Griffin tries hiding his grin behind his fist, but his laugh still breaks free. “Just a sec!”
I keep my face hidden. “Oh my God. I just had sex with my boss.”
“Good thing there isn’t a company policy against it,” he teases.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
RAVEN
“And here’s the last one:Martial Arts for Dummies.” I pass the book to the gentle older woman.
“Thank you, dear,” she says softly and adds it to the stack in her frail arms. Her neck is craned forward, and her shoulders are hunched. Her delicate sweater practically swallows her whole.
“Do you need any help carrying those out to your car?” I offer.
She quirks a brow at me. “I may be old, but I’m not dead.” Giving me her back, she walks slower than a sloth to the circulation desk to check out her new books.
I chuckle at her sass.
She showed up earlier and asked for all the books we had on “kicking ass.” Her words, not mine. I happily looked up the list of books in our system and pulled them for her. Normally, Florence would have helped the woman, but Florence is at a doctor’s appointment.
After scanning the woman’s books, she takes the stack and is on her merry way. Possibly to kick some ass.
I’d pay to see that.
My mind drifts to yesterday at The Wandering Raven and what Griffin and I did in the kitchen.
I still can’t believe we did that, but I can’t find it in me to regret it either.
A book drops on the counter in front of me, causing me to almost jump out of my seat. “I’d like to check this one out, please.”
Every inch of my skin becomes hyperaware, and my hands form fists on my lap. My nails create crescent indentations on my palm as I restrain myself from grabbing Dr. Whitlock’s collar and slamming his face against the desk.
A false smile curves my lips, and I control my tone. “I can help you with that.” I slide the book and his library card closer then begin the process.
