Page 107 of Fighting the Forbidden

He focuses all of his attention right over my clit, first rubbing in circles, then making strong up and down movements.

“Oh shit!” My back arches, and I push against his hand.

“You like that more than this?” He returns to the slow, circling movement.

“I don’t know. I like it all.”

“Greedy girl,” he says with teasing approval. His fingers return to the other strokes.

Squeaks and moans pour out of me as the tension slowly builds. A wave of heat rolls over my body. Griff keeps increasing the pressure until I burst.

“Oh!” I squeeze my eyes shut and whimper a bunch of nonsensical noises.

“Yes.” Griff’s voice is a whisper over my skin. “You’re incredible. Keep going.”

I press my palms against his chest. The sensations pulse through my body over and over. I curl my torso off the hood, gasping for breath, chasing every last bit of release.

Spent and with sweat misting my forehead, I fall back. Griff catches me with his arm behind my shoulders, and I curl into his body. He slips his hand out from under my dress and grins. His skin glistens from my arousal, and I bury my face against his chest. Words escape me. All I know is that I want to spend the rest of the night with Griff, exploring each other.

“Happy birthday to me,” I finally whisper.

“You’re amazing.” He kisses the top of my head.

Feeling bold and curious, I slide my hand down his body, cupping his erection through his jeans. He groans and closes his eyes briefly.

“Griff.” I lean up and kiss along his jaw.

A distant rumble from the road grows louder and louder until the garage doors rattle.

That’s more than one vehicle. They have to be right outside.

“What the fuck?” Griff helps us up and off the car while I stuff my breasts into my bra and slip the straps of my dress in place. Helpless, I turn my back to him for the zipper. My thighs feel slippery. My underwear clings to my skin.

“Griff! Where you at?” someone shouts. The bell on the door between the garage and office bing-bongs.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” I run my hands through my hair.

“Fucking hell,” Griff grumbles under his breath.

“Yo, Royal!” another voice shouts. “We know you’re here.”

“Guys, maybe we should wait for them outside,” a woman’s voice says.

“That’s Juliet,” I whisper. “What are they all doing here?”

“Nah, Griff won’t mind,” Remy says.

Oh, this is the worst.

“I’m going to kill your brother,” Griff seethes. He pulls my body in front of him. Something hard pokes into my back. “Please don’t move. Or this is going to be even more awkward for everyone,” he whispers against my ear.

He loosely drapes his arms over my shoulders, so we’re standing in an awkwardly casual pose. As if I wasn’t coming on Griff’s hand five seconds ago. Nope, nothing to see here.

I spot my brother’s tall frame first. Then Vapor and Eraser. Juliet and Ella follow them, hanging back and pointing out different things that seem like an attempt to slow the guys down.

“Hey, guys. What’s up?” I ask in a way-too-chipper tone.

Eraser stops in the open space between this bay and the one next to it. “Is this a good time?”

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