Page 65 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

… Just enough to cast doubt on whether we’ve bitten off more than we can chew with this relationship.

Chapter twenty-one

Cora

The morning after the disastrous meeting with Griffin’s parents, I want to spend the lazy Sunday in bed.

I yawn as I sit up, stretching my arms wide until the back of my hand bumps into Griffin’s chest.

He sets down his book, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Morning to you, too.”

I shuffle closer, leaning into his side.

“Did you get any sleep?” His arm wraps around me, fingers gently tracing my waist.

“I got some sleep. Not a lot, but enough.” I study his tired eyes.

“Were you up all night thinking about what happened last night?” I run my finger along the bags under his eyes. “You look like you haven’t slept in a week.”

“Well, I still wish the dinner had gone better.” Griffin sighs, leaning against the headboard. “A stupid part of me hoped my family would be happy for me.”

I give him a serious look as I swing one leg over him and straddle his lap. “I think that might have killed them.”

Griffin chuckles, his hands settling on my hips as his cock strains against the shorts he sleeps in. “You shouldn’t worry about what they think, though. Everything is going to be fine.”

“The more you say that, the less I believe it.” I roll my hips, grinding down against him as desire floods through my body.

If there is one thing that will ease the stress from last night, it’s starting the day with a bit of fun together.

He lifts his hips and presses into me as his hands drop to my bare thighs. “Mrs. Blake, are you trying to start something right now?”

“Well, I couldn’t start anything after that delicious food Mrs. Cecilia gave us last night. There was no moving after two slices of that cheesecake.”

Griffin smirks as his hands slide beneath the hem of the nightie I’m wearing. His fingers brush against my wet pussy before both hands leave my body.

I rake my nails down his bare chest, loving the feeling of his shudder beneath me. “You’re not going to be a tease, are you?”

“Maybe,” Griffin reaches around and cups my ass, dragging me against him harder. “I know you like it. Your pussy is soaked every time I tease you. I bet just thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you has you dripping.”

I moan as he leans forward and sucks on my pulse. “See for yourself.”

“Cute, but I’m not going to do that.” He nips at my collarbone. “Not yet, at least. Where is the fun in giving you what you want?”

I smirk and kiss my way down his torso, nipping at his skin and tracing patterns with my tongue.

The lower I get, the harder his cock throbs beneath me. I tug his shorts off, his cock bobbing free.

Griffin’s hands sink into my hair, and he scrapes it back from my face as my tongue flicks over the head of his cock. “Good girl.”

I moan as I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the base before licking my way back up the underside.

Griffin guides my head back down, lifting his hips until his cock presses against the back of my throat.

My head bobs up and down his cock, my tongue teasing him with each pass. I dig my nails into his thighs as his hips rock forward, forcing me to take him deeper.

I graze my teeth along his length, soothing the sting with my tongue before taking him to the back of my throat again.

Griffin pulls my head back, forcing me to look at him. “As much as I love that mouth of yours, it’s my turn for a taste.”

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