Page 135 of The Rookie

I whimper, nodding, gripping the metal bar tighter.

And then—he thrusts inside me from behind.

Deep.

Hard.

Perfect.

“This ass is too perfect. I’m gonna miss it—miss you—so much…mmm.”

I let out a shattered moan, my knees nearly giving out as he fills me completely, stretching me, pushing so deep I swear I see stars.

His hands tighten on my hips, holding me steady, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

I feel his chest rise and fall behind me, his own breath ragged.

And then—he moves.

Slow at first, deliberate, making me feel every single inch of him.

I grip the railing tighter, my breath coming faster, my pulse hammering through me.

He leans forward, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“What about you. Gonna miss this, Sinclair?"

I let out a soft, strangled sound, barely able to think.

He drags his hand up my back, gripping my hair lightly, tilting my head back.

"Say it."

"Griffin—"

"Say you’re gonna miss this."

I can barely breathe, barely function, barely exist outside of this moment.

And when he slams into me harder, angling just right, hitting that spot that has me unraveling instantly?—

I break.

“I’m gonna miss it.” I whisper his name, my body clenching tight, pleasure wrecking through me like a storm.

And Griffin?

He doesn’t last much longer.

He grips my hips, curses under his breath, and buries himself deep, following me over the edge.

We stay there, breathing hard, trembling, bodies tangled, hands gripping, hearts racing.

And for a moment—I let myself pretend this isn’t the last time.

I let myself believe this doesn’t end tomorrow.

That I won’t have to say goodbye.