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I move my hips and she winces, sucking on her lip until she accommodates me. We’re kissing, fucking, biting, scratching and all sorts within seconds. It’s animalistic and raw, and I’ve never had sex with this much intensity before.

The bed shudders and groans beneath us, and at one point something cracks.

We laugh, panting as Ivy rolls me over, riding me like the queen that she is.

“Griffin, oh my god, I … ”

My fingers circle her clit as I suck on her tits, my tongue swirling and nibbling on one, then the other. When Ivy screams my name once more, I’m pretty sure the whole damn town hears it.

So much for keeping it on the down low.

Her walls tighten around me and I empty myself into her, both of us lost in the chaos we’ve created.

Ivy bites my lip so damn hard I taste copper, but I don't care. Her nails claw my back apart, but I hold her like she’s made of glass.

“Own me, Griffin,” Ivy whispers, kissing me hard on the mouth. “Fucking own me.”

What she doesn’t know is that I already do.

Ivy is mine.

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IVY

My body hums with pleasure, the cool air drifting in from the open window, failing to soothe my heated skin. Beside me, Griffin runs his fingers over my naked form, his eyes following as he moves further south. I’m aching from our fuck session, but I’m exhausted from being pleasured.

Repeatedly.

I can’t stop the grin on my face when he catches me staring at him, and his eyebrows furrow.

“What are you staring at?”

His voice is still thick from sex, husky and growly. His hair sticks up in tufts, where I almost ripped it out during the throes of passion, his lips bruised from my bites. My heart tells me to pull him close, but my brain tells me not to.

It’s a tough decision, but one I don’t need to make because when I smirk at him, he rolls me beneath him, pinning me to the bed.

His gaze is so intense I can’t breathe, and for a second, I panic.

He’s my dad’s best friend, and he’s already admitted that he wants to own me.

It’s dangerous what we’re doing.

But no sooner than I open my mouth to suggest I leave, his mouth is on mine, our bodies becoming one as he slides back into me with surprising ease.

It’s because I’m so wet.

Just from looking at him.

Pushing the thoughts of what happens next out of my mind, I lose myself in his arms. The way he mutters my name as he fucks me slowly. Staring down at me, lifting himself onto his palms … it’s riveting.

I exhale my desire, and he inhales it, slamming into me so hard I cry out. He slips an arm beneath my butt, lifting me so he can place a pillow under my hips.

I can’t take my eyes off him the entire time, and when he fucks me next, it’s on a whole new level.

“Griffin … ” My voice doesn’t sound like it belongs to me anymore. It belongs to a seductress who can make men like Griffin putty in her hands.

His hands skim over my back, gripping my hips so hard I hiss.

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