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Griffin groans.

“I forgot about that. He’s got a kiddie pool and all sorts for Melody.”

“You’re coming?” I whisper with delight as he nods.

“Yeah, we’re coming.”

I sip my coffee gratefully, watching Griffin do the same, his eyes not leaving mine.

“How are we going to do this?” I whisper, relaxing when I hear the Disney theme tune to Enchanted in the distance. “Melody saw us together … ”

Griffin shrugs, and I know what that means.

“We’ll have to tell him, Ivy.”

“Who?” I whimper, knowing full well who he means.

His chocolate brown eyes burn into mine.

“Your dad.”

My stomach does a somersault, nausea rippling through me.

“Already?” I croak, my head thumping with the first signs of a hangover. “But we haven’t even … we don’t know if … ”

“I know this,” Griffin interrupts with a smirk. “But I’m going to tell him because if I don’t, he’ll know when he sees how I look at you.”

Griffin puts his mug on the windowpane, making his way to me.

He takes the mug from my hands and leans over to place it on the bedside table.

He crouches between my legs, dropping his lips to mine as his hips thrust upwards, dragging a moan from somewhere deep inside of me.

“I need you, Ivy,” he whispers like a man possessed.

He drops his pants, and his fingers drag my panties to the side, his thick cock pressing against my entrance.

I throw my head back, my mouth hunting for his as he roughly enters me.

“There’s no time for foreplay, Ivy. I’m sorry.”

He’s slow this time. His thrusts are slow and hard, and his finger massages my clit as he kisses me deeply.

“You’re perfect,” Griffin whispers as I wrap my legs around his waist. “You feel so fucking good.”

“I know,” I pant back, half panicking about Melody coming upstairs, half ready to explode.

Griffin is a God.

“Fuck, Ivy,” Griffin mumbles into my neck, my thighs screaming at how far apart he’s spreading them.

One hand presses against the wall behind my head, and the other lifts me around his waist as he fucks me hard.

Waves of passion and delight rip through me as he buries himself into me, muttering my name and kissing me all over.

“Don’t ever stop,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist. We remain like this, kissing and moving slowly against one another until he explodes into me.

“Griffin,” I whimper as he coaxes another orgasm from me, a devilish smirk on his face. “Melody … ”

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