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“I… I want to suck it,” Cora whispers in my ear, stroking me in her hand slowly.

“Get on your knees,” I tell her. She drops to her knees without hesitation.

I watch as she takes me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. I groan, my hands fisting in her hair as she sucks me deeper into her mouth.

I can feel her throat working as she takes me in, her tongue flicking against the underside of my cock. She moans around my cock, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine.

She continues to take me in and out of her mouth, her hands cupping my balls.

“Fuck, Cora,” I groan, my hips bucking forward. She moans again, her eyes looking up at me as she sucks me harder.

I can feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. “I’m going to come,” I warn her. She doesn’t stop, her mouth working harder as she takes me in deeper.

“Fuck,” I say again, my breath coming in short gasps.

I groan as I explode into her mouth. She swallows every drop, her tongue licking me clean.

She smiles up at me as she stands up, picking up her dress from the floor.

As I plant a kiss on her cheek, she nips at me before pulling away and yawning again.

“Good night, Griff.”

She turns and disappears into her room, shutting the door behind her and leaving me alone in the hallway, trying to figure out how to get her to call me Griff for the rest of our lives.

Chapter thirteen

Cora

I always found Monday morning meetings with the department heads at the law firm were unbearably boring...

...Until this morning, when Griffin told me to wear a pencil skirt instead of slacks before leaving for work.

Since the meeting started, his hands have been roaming all over my thighs beneath the massive stone table.

He tilts his head, looking like he is the picture of innocence, as he pays attention to the profit and loss statement the CFO is presenting.

Griffin’s expression is neutral as his big hand grabs the top of my thigh. I try to clamp my thighs together, but his fingers are already creeping up the slit in the side.

I swallow hard and completely freeze. He keeps moving higher, even as I try to shift my body away from him without drawing too much attention to us.

I breathe deeply, trying to concentrate on the meeting, but it isn’t long before my body betrays me. I can feel my nipples becoming hard and my pussy getting wet.

And he’s not even near my pussy.

His neutral façade fades for a moment, a smirk taking its place.

Kaleigh looks at me from across the table, her eyebrow arching.

Oh my god.

I sit straight in my seat, tapping the end of my pen on the desk.

Right now, I don’t need her—or anyone for that matter—to suspect something is going on between me and Griffin.

This is all too risky.

We only had our first date a couple of days ago, and I don’t know where this will lead.

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