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“By fucking you?” Griffin rises to his feet, moving closer to me.

His height dominates me, and I shiver with anticipation as he swallows.

“I don’t have to fuck you to ease your frustration, Ivy.”

16

GRIFFIN

Ivy stares up at me, begging me silently to reduce her to a wreck in my arms. It’s taking every ounce of control I have not to fuck her right here and now on my sofa, but Ihaveto have an element of control; this isn’t just some girl.

My fingers press against her clit through the thick material of her shorts, and she hisses, dragging me down to her delicious lips as my fingers move in agonizingly slow circles. Her hips thrust against me, and the gasps she’s letting out tell me I’m on the right track.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you,” I admit, watching as she writhes beneath me.

Her eyes open, focusing on me with heat to rival hell itself, her hands tugging me back to her lips.

Her mouth is sweet despite the beer, and she nibbles on my bottom lip, moaning my name.

I apply more pressure to her clit, but it’s not enough, so I unbutton her shorts. Ivy sucks in a breath as I ease them down her legs, throwing them onto the floor. Her thin panties are soaked.

My finger returns to her, and still, I can’t bring myself to move her panties aside.

This feels so right, yet so wrong at the same time.

I don’t give a fuck whose daughter she is right now, but she’s still my daughter’s nanny and much younger than me.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I continue, massaging her clit like the delicate gem it is.

“Griffin … ” Ivy moans, sinking her teeth into my lip as she guides my fingers past the fabric, the heat of her wetness greeting my fingers. I groan when I find her slick entrance and watch as she chokes on air when my finger enters her.

She’s incredibly tight, so I move slowly, cursing any man that got to experience this before me.

Ivy rides my finger, and my thumb strokes her clit as she becomes undone. Another finger joins the other, and Ivy is lost to the world, her cries filling the room as I drop my mouth on hers, silencing her.

We’re both moving like we’re fucking, both lost in each other as she reaches her climax.

She stiffens, throwing her head back as my lips stroke her slender neck, my fingers creating chaos in her core.

“Oh my god, Griffin …”

My name on her lips is enough to send me crazy, but when she sounds like this, it sparks something animalistic within me; a lust I’ve never experienced before. I watch as she orgasms, her delight coating my fingers as I work her into a frenzy.

I never want to stop.

She opens her eyes, panting, dragging me back to her lips as she rides the final wave.

My dick is harder than stone, but I can’t fuck her.

Not like this.

“Better?” I mumble into her mouth, easing my fingers from her panties. I’m tempted to taste her, but I don’t want to freak her out — I don’t know what she likes yet.

“Taste me,” Ivy whispers breathlessly like she’s reading my mind. Her eyes are wide with lust when I greedily lick my fingers, her taste driving me to insanity. I drop my head to her neck, groaning as I grind my hips against her.

She wraps her arms around me, moving in time with my rhythm as we dry fuck, her mouth finding mine once more.

“Ivy, we can’t,” I say, hating myself. “I want to, but we can’t, okay?”

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