Page 27 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

He rocks his hips faster, driving into me harder and deeper. My pussy clenches down around him as his cock throbs.

“I want you to come all over my cock.” He grazes my earlobe with his teeth. “I want to feel your pussy milking me when I come.”

My back arches as he drives harder into me. I moan, my fingers raking down his back.

Griffin rocks his hips faster, and I meet him with every thrust as pleasure crashes through me. My body tenses before the release, my orgasm rushing through me.

He buries himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he comes. Griffin’s head drops to my shoulder, peppering small kisses as his chest heaves.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to catch my breath as he pulls out.

Griffin cups my face and dips his head to kiss me again. The kiss is slow and teasing, his tongue tangling with mine while his hands roam my body.

When he finally pulls away, I’m left in the shockwaves of what we’ve just done.

Griffin tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Let’s clean up and work on the case,” he says.

I’m numb as I nod and slide down from his desk, heading to the bathroom attached to his office.

I don’t know what drove me mad just now to sleep with him, but I do know that there is no turning back time.

I had sex with my brother’s best friend.

The man I’ve spent years loathing… now my husband.

With a sigh, I shut the door behind me, needing a moment to myself.

Even though I don’t know what lapse in judgment brought me here, I can’t trust myself not to make the same mistake again.

Griffin is a dangerous addiction I have to kick.

Chapter ten

Giffin

Cora yawns and sprawls out on the couch, her feet dangling. She holds the document she’s reading high above her head.

She puts the paper down and tilts her head back to look at me. “I think we should get going. It’s late, and it’s been a long day.”

Which is likely a polite way of saying she wants nothing to do with me after I fucked her on my desk.

But I want everything to do with her.

There is no good way to tell her that. Our relationship is complicated as it is. I don’t need to make it worse by telling her that I want her all for myself—no, I realize I need her like I need air.

I stretch and get up from the chair, collecting the evidence files to bring home with me. “Alright. Let’s pack this up, and I’ll take you home.”

I don’t know when my desperation for her started. It would be impossible to pinpoint an exact date.

Somewhere between when she started working for me and right now, I started caring a lot more about what Cora thinks about me.

Cora collects the papers and stacks them in a neat pile. “I can take myself home.”

I give her a flat look and stuff the stack into my briefcase. “I’ve seen the car you drive, Cora. I’m pretty sure it'll break down on the side of the road one day. If that happens, I don’t want that to be well after midnight on your way home alone from work.”

Her lips purse, hesitation in her gaze. “Griffin, are you sure about this?”

I close the briefcase and grab my jacket from the closet near the door. “Yes, I’m sure. Go get your things; let’s get out of here.”

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