Page 49 of Griffin

His hands move up my thighs, and I gaze at him.

“So are you.”

We’re kissing again, and Griffin picks me up, carrying me to the sofa so we can continue there. He won’t let me touch him; even when I go to slip my hand under his shirt, he stops me.

“Kissing is one thing,” he mutters against my mouth. “But that’s as far as it can go.”

I’m frustrated more than ever, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s saying no because of my dad.

“Is it because of Dad?”

Griffin sighs. “No, it’s not just that. I’m too old for you, you’re my daughter’s nanny, for fuck’s sake, and yeah, you’re my best friend’s daughter.”

I move back, and he reaches for me instinctively.

“Ivy. I want you, Ireallyfucking do, but … ”

I’m breathing heavily, my head a little fuzzy from the alcohol.

But I’ve just kissed Griffin.

And I want to do it again.

“I understand.”

I don’t. I want him, but I’m not begging him.No way.

“I should have had more control; I’m sorry.”

He regrets it already?

I can’t help but move back, nodding as I jump to my feet.

“It’s okay, you’re right. You’re my boss, my dad’s best friend, and you’re too scared to take it any further.”

Griffin does a double-take and scoffs.

“Too scared? Fuck, no. I’m not scared.”

I laugh, running my hands through my hair.

“Then why not fuck me, Griffin?” The words are out before I can stop them, and his eyes narrow, blazing with heat.

“Is that what you want, Ivy? You want me tofuckyou?”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

But I can’t stop now.

“Yes.”

Griffin stares at me, his gaze traveling over me so slowly I can barely breathe.

“Yousaidyou could help me.”

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