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I swallow, stepping closer to him as my phone beeps from my purse. Griffin searches my eyes, and I shrug.

“It’s just sex, Griffin.”

His hand curls in my hair, his lips smashing against mine. He kisses me so hard that I yelp out, and his body presses me against the wall.

“Ivy,” he rasps, dropping to his knees as he lifts my dress. I part my legs without thinking, and he slides my underwear down to my ankles, helping me step out of them. “Whatever this is between us, it’s notjustanything.”

My phone pings again, and Griffin exhales against my bare pussy.

“You gonna get that?”

I can’t move.

“Tell him you’re busy.”

Griffin waits, and I grab my phone from my bag, my knees trembling as I swipe at the phone screen, finding a text from Finlay canceling our date.

“He’s canceled on me!” I huff, but then Griffin smirks against me, lifting me by my ass cheeks, so I’m positioned above his mouth.

“I wouldn’t have let you go, anyway. You taste too fucking good.”

His tongue slides along my slit, and I buck against him, grabbing onto the counter for dear life.

“I won’t drop you.”

Griffin pushes me further up the wall, past the counter, so all I can grab onto is him.

“Griffin!” I squeak out, my legs resting on his shoulders.

But Griffin has his head buried between my thighs, standing to his full height with me on his shoulders. I hunch forward, my hands clamping onto the back of his head as his tongue fucks me, my core screaming with delight.

“Ride me,” Griffin commands, pushing my ass cheeks up so he can go deeper into me.

I’m gripping him for my life, but I know Griffin won’t drop me.

Worst still, he’s clearly done this before because he hasn’t faltered once.

Griffin bounces my ass cheeks in his hands, and I lose control when my clit brushes against his mouth.

“Oh, fuck!”

I get braver, rubbing myself against his mouth as he growls into me, picking up the pace as I cling to him.

I’m falling apart, and I’m scared I will fall to the ground.

“Oh god!” I cry out, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train, my senses unraveling as my body collapses around Griffin.

I’m so shaky I can barely move my legs, but Griffin helps me slide down, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me upstairs, into the bathroom.

I feel drunk, and when he peels my dress from my body, he sucks in a breath, stepping back to admire me.

“Wow, Ivy … ”

“Griffin,” I say, but my eyes are half closed from the insane orgasm he gave me.

Griffin reaches behind me, twisting the shower on as he leans down to release my feet from my heels.

He looks up at me, and I bite my lip, knowing that no matter what, no one will ever fuck me better than him.

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