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“Tell me, do you like how I fuck you?”

My eyes roll back in response as my orgasm builds, his groin presses against my clit as he pounds into me, his moans telling me he isn’t far away from his own destruction.

“Yes, so bad … ”

He grunts as his lips slam onto mine; he moves his arm, wrapping it around me, and lifts my body from the bed, at the mercy of his thrusts.

The sound that leaves my mouth isn’t one I‘ve made before, and as my walls tighten around him, I scream his name.

No shit, I actuallyscream.

He chuckles against me before he lets out a guttural moan, joining me in a postcoital bliss that renders us both useless. His weight on me is welcome, and I kiss his sweaty cheek, my mouth finding his before he can move away.

Somehow he’s still moving inside of me, my legs wrapping around him, holding him in place as we kiss. Kissing Griffin is a beautiful sensation … one that makes me feel like I’m walking on air and begging for him to fuck me senseless.

Even though he already has.

“I don’t know about you,” Griffin pants, rolling away from me. “But I need a drink.”

I nod, my cheeks flushing as his eyes drift over me, almost like he’s memorizing every part of me.

He leaves, and I admire his broad back with a yearning I shouldn’t still have after such explosive orgasms. Finally, I roll over, content and warm as my body thrums with delight. I’ll close my eyes, just for a moment …

“Ivy,” Griffin’s voice cuts through the deep slumber I’m in, and I realize the room is clouded in darkness.

I can just about make out Griffin beside me, and I frown.

“Shit, I must’ve fallen asleep. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You know you can rest easy here.” Griffin leans over me, kissing my forehead. “There’s a drink and a sandwich next to you. I thought you might be hungry.”

Sitting up gratefully, I inhale the juice in three gulps, gasping when I finish. The sandwich is delicious, and I scoff it unashamedly.

Griffin is deep in thought, staring out his window while I eat, his shoulders slumped.

I know he’s probably feeling bad because of my dad, but shit — it’s done now.

“No one has to know,” I echo my words from earlier, and Griffin turns to look at me over his shoulder.

“Ivy, I’d tell the world. I don’t care — if that’s what you want.”

My heart slams in my chest.

We have chemistry and good sex — an understatement of the century, but a relationship is a new level of heavy.

If it doesn’t work out, it’s hard for my dad and him to remain buddies. Us giving it a go could ruin his friendship with my dad.

Basically, my dad is the issue.

I wouldn’t care, but my dad gave up so much for me. He wants me to live my life; to explore the world. Me settling with his best friend would probably break his heart.

I don’t want him to think everything he did was for nothing.

I also don’t know how I feel about Griffin — it’s not like we can date like ordinary people.

No one can know.

“We need to keep it … ” I scramble for the right words, aware that Griffin is staring at me, his jaw clenched. “Between us.”

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