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I know I sound petulant, but I wanted to ride this man’s dick last night, and he refused me.

He’s wearing a tight white t-shirt and cargo shorts, his muscles rippling as he moves. He’s got a baseball cap on, his cinnamon-brown eyes locking onto mine when I meet his gaze.

JesusfuckingChrist, he looks good.

“I’m sorry about last night.”

“I’m not,” I retort, sitting up so I can apply more lotion. I don’t need it, but I want him to watch me.

Griffin watches as I drizzle lotion onto my stomach, my fingers massaging it in slowly.

“I hope we’re okay.” Griffin sounds like a fist is holding his throat. “I don’t want us to be weird.”

Next, I rub lotion onto my chest, pushing my bra down as far as possible without exposing a nipple.

“Uh-huh. We’re fine. When is Melody back?”

Griffin is staring at my fingers, and I hold back a smile.

“Griffin?”

He blinks, looking away and clearing his throat.

“In a few days.”

“Is the painting done?” I tilt my head as he coughs.

“Yeah, I just need to head out and pick some more things for her room. I’m gonna go tomorrow.”

“Can I come?” I meet his eyes, challenging him to say no.

“Of course.” Griffin’s eyes move to the house, and he smiles when Shelby hands him a slice of cake.

“I made this for Kevin, but he said to give you some, too. How are you, Griffin?” Shelby prances around the chair until she’s sat on the end of mine, gazing dreamily at Griffin.

“He’s got a date,” Dad says from behind me, and I stiffen.

Griffin lifts his eyes to mine, and I glare at him, knowing full well it isn’t a fucking date.

It’s a hookup.

“With Christina.”

I stare ahead, refusing to acknowledge what Dad’s saying.

“It’s about time you settled down, Griff. Christina is a nice girl.”

“Woman.” Shelby laughs from beside me. “Sorry, but we’re girls. She’s an older woman.”

Dad tuts.

“Older, smolder. Age hasn’t got anything to do with it.”

Shelby’s eyes glint with excitement.

“Oh, really?”

Dad laughs.

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