I opened my mouth and waited. Griff put one hand to the base of his cock and another behind my neck. He guided his cock into my welcoming mouth, slowly, ready to stop at any indication that I didn’t want this.
I didn’t give it.
His length disappeared inside my mouth, the full weight of him on my tongue, and I opened my throat and let all of him inside. He kept going until my nose was buried in his groin, the short hairs tickling my nostrils.
Griff’s eyes went wide.
“You’ve been practicing, little rabbit.”
I smiled as best as I could with his cock stretching my lips. Then I began to lick, bobbing my head up and down his length. Spit and drool coated his length as I worked his shaft. His hips jerked, and he held my head. I rode out his thrusts, keeping my throat open so I could take all of him in. My eyes watered and my cock was impossibly hard. I reached down and unzipped my pants to get some relief.
“Jerk yourself off, baby. Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
My eyes rolled back. My body reacting to the command in Griff’s voice.
He tugged at my hair, his hips thrusting harder now. Then he pulled out of my mouth and stroked his length. He came with a roar, his cum coating my face.
Once he was finished, he stroked his hand down my cheek. “Such a pretty little rabbit, painted so pretty for me.”
I licked my lips.
“I think we’re going to be late for dinner,” I said.
Griff let out a boisterous laugh and tugged me to my feet. “Come, little rabbit, let’s get you cleaned up. I suppose you’ll have to wear those khakis after all.”
Epilogue
Griff
One Year Later
Griff Halstead did not get nervous.
The energy that coursed through my veins and made my palms sweat enough that they slid over the steering wheel like a greased pig through a cocktail party was due only to excitement. Not nerves.
What did I have to be nervous about?
This dinner date was like many others I’d been on in the past year since Taylor and I began dating. We went to countless events with the executive staff, my department, and even attending regular work events as a couple all the time.
This one was no different.
Except that it was.
This event had nothing to do with work. In fact, we were just meeting with our friend group who happened to be some of my co-workers. In the past year, Taylor and Sawyer had continued their friendship—deepened it even, once Sawyer learned what Taylor really did for a living. Naturally that included Evan. It only made sense that I would spend more time with Mark and Gregory.
Now the three couples were having dinner together under the guise of us celebrating Taylor’s book release. Only I knew the true reason. Sawyer seemed to think he knew as well, the little shit. He had been hinting all week about this special dinner we were having, and he kept asking if I was nervous. I was half tempted to skip this whole thing and do this privately just to avoid his smug attitude.
But I knew Taylor well enough by now, and this was going to be something he would love. And I loved him. More deeply than I ever thought possible. I was continuously impressed by his imagination and drive.
“Everything all right? You seem tense. Work not go well today? Don’t tell me you have another acquisition to work through. That was painful last time, and I didn’t even have to do anything for it.”
“Huh? No. I’m fine. Work is fine. Just normal stuff, no acquisitions.” There was one on the horizon, but it wasn’t worth worrying about just yet.
Taylor raised a brow, studying me. The man was too perceptive for his own good. It was probably why he was able to write such amazing characters.
“It’s nothing for you to worry about. It’s just a silly work thing. That’s a problem for Monday. I’ll stop thinking about it.” Just a tiny white lie to get me through this car ride and to the restaurant.
Little did he know that Monday I didn’t even have to work. I actually had the next five days off, and if we played our cards right—and Taylor said yes to my question—then the two of us would be spending those five days holed up in a cabin deep in the mountains where we might live out every single primal fantasy the two of us had.
