Page 14 of Griz's Edge

Griz captures my waist, stopping me as he leans back over me. “I don’t want to leave, but the club’s attorney is there and needs to talk to me.”

Again, I nod. “I didn’t know attorneys made visits at this late of an hour.”

“Considering how much Markus gets paid, he makes sure everything gets handled no matter the time of day,” he explains. “You busy tomorrow?”

“I’m going to my grandma’s to help her out with the flowerbeds and then help her pull some things out of the attic.”

“What about Sunday?”

“Dinner with my grandma. We do dinner every Sunday together since I moved to town.”

Griz nods. “You spend a lot of time with her, don’t ya?”

“You could say that.” I shrug. Some people might not like spending time with their grandparents, but I do. Grandma Ryan is hilarious. Plus, I want to learn more about those letters and my grandma had said Mom had more stuff up in the attic from when she was younger. I wanted to go through them.

Those letters have me intrigued.

“I’m free tomorrow, though, after I finish at my grandma’s,” I tell him.

Griz grins and dips his head toward me. “When you finish with your grandma, text me, and I’ll come pick you up. We’ll go out.”He kisses me briefly, pulls away, gets to his feet, and brings me with him. Curling his fingers in my hair, he kisses me a little bit harder before letting me go. “See you tomorrow, sweets.”

“Oh, okay,” I whisper, watching him as he heads to the door.

Griz looks back at me with that sexy grin and opens the door. “Lock up behind me, baby.”

Nodding, I move to the door as he steps through and closes it behind him. I lock both the bottom and top locks. I turn the lights off as I release a heavy breath. My body is still humming with the need for release. Since he’s not here to give it to me, I’m going to have to take care of the problem all by my lonesome.

My mind made up, I dash through the house to my room. I throw myself onto my bed, reaching for the drawer of my nightstand when my phone pings. I left it on the bed when he’d told me he was here. I glance at the screen, seeing it’s him, and smile. I grab my toy from my nightstand before falling back on my bed, settling in, ready to pleasure myself.

Grabbing my phone, I unlock it and stare at the screen reading the message.

Griz: You touch yourself, I’ll paddle your ass for it.

How the hell did he know what I was going to do?

Feeling brazen, I reply.

Me: How would you even know if I did anything or not?

No sooner I sent it, I got a reply.

Griz: Don’t think I won’t know if you took care of yourself. I’ll just know.

This message is followed by another.

Griz: You pleasure yourself, sweets, it’ll be with me watching while I stroked my cock. You take away my pleasure of watching, then you’ll have to be punished for it.

Holy shit on a stick.

Well, if he wants to punish me, then he’ll just have to have at it. There’s no way I can go to sleep without easing the tension he built inside me.

A thought crosses my mind, and I go for it. Pulling my camera up on my phone, I quickly capture a picture of my toy pointing down between my thighs.

I send the picture to him with a message.

Me: Good night, Graham. Guess you’ll have to punish me for it.

Turning my phone on silent, I close my eyes and do just what I need while imagining it’s him pleasuring me rather than my hand.

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