Page 127 of The Rookie

I drop my voice even lower, my mouth brushing the shell of her ear.

"I think you want me to ruin you."

And before she can argue, or escape, or even process what’s happening?—

I slide one hand between her legs.

She gasps, her entire body jolting, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Her head falls back against the edge of the tub, her lips parting, her breath coming out shaky.

I watch her.

I watch the way she reacts to me, to my hands, to my mouth, to the way I’m touching her?—

And it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

"Griffin," she breathes, her voice soft, pleading.

And fuck, I love the way she says my name like that.

"That’s right," I murmur, my fingers sliding against her, teasing. "Say it again."

She whimpers, her thighs tensing around me, her hips moving against my hand, chasing it.

And I give her what she wants.

I push deeper, curling my fingers just right, dragging my lips down her throat, groaning at the way she clenches around me.

She’s falling apart.

And I’m the one pulling her apart.

And she knows it.

She knows she’s just lost every bit of control she thought she had.

Because now?

Now she belongs to me.

She’s shaking, her body tensing, on the edge, seconds away?—

And then?—

She’s falling apart in my hands.

And I love it.

Avery sinks against the edge of the hot tub, her lips parting, her breath coming out in soft, shaky gasps.

She grips my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin, but I don’t stop.

I push deeper, stroke slower, watching every tiny reaction, every tremor that moves through her.

I move faster, pressing my thumb against her just right, curling my fingers, pushing her right to the edge.

Her hips shift, her body arching, chasing the feeling.

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