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Griffin’s eyes flicker, and my stomach drops.

The thought of anyone touching him …

Ofhertouching him …

“She kissed me,” he says with a sigh, idly stroking my thigh. Trying to distract me.

I feel sick.

“Oh,” is all I can say, staring at the man between my thighs with a longing I didn’t know existed. “Did you kiss her back?”

Griffin makes a face.

“Look at me. Do you think I’d do that? You know I want you, and only you.”

He clenches his jaw, waiting for me to answer him. Instead, my chest rises and falls as I shake my head.

“She’s been here, drinking wine —”

Griffin’s chuckle cuts me off.

“But we’re not exclusive.”

He throws my words back in my face when I least expect them. We gaze at one another as I tighten my legs around his waist.

“If you want to fuck that waitress —” I begin as he grips my chin, his eyes boring into mine.

“I only want you. To fuck, to kiss, to … ” His words fade, but he stares at me with pain and longing in his eyes. “I want it all, Ivy.”

My eyes sting with tears as I try to stop fighting it, to let him own me.

To be his.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he whispers, dropping his mouth to mine.

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Fuck when she’s ready, I’m ready now.

Ready to fuck, own and devour her.

My lips chase the scent of her perfume as she rolls her hips against me, her body begging for my touch. Her pulse throbs beneath my lips as Ivy whimpers, her fingernails digging into my back.

“I want you,” she whispers, bucking against me. “Please … ”

I lift an eyebrow at her, enjoying her ragged breaths as she stares down at me.

Ivy begging is pretty hot.

“Are you begging me to fuck you, Ivy?”

My cock throbs in my pants, and it takes everything I’ve got not to own her there and then. A soft moan leaves her mouth as she nods.

“Beg.”

Ivy’s eyes roll back in her head as she sinks her teeth into her plump bottom lip, inhaling sharply when I massage her clit.

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