Page 87 of What If I See You

Narrowing my eyes, I gaze at his gorgeous face. “So, you’re admitting you stole my dildo.”

“Damn right I did. And I don’t even feel bad about it,” he murmurs with a shit-eating grin. “Now tell me what’s so great about this toy that it sits like a trophy in your shower.”

Lifting my chin, I give him the answer that I know will challenge him. “Well, you see, husband, Mr. Rainbow never goes soft,” I explain, giving him a sympathetic smile. “He’s ready for me anytime I want him.”

He swallows, biting back his smile, but I don’t miss the humor in his eyes. “Is that a slight on me? A reference to our wedding night?”

I shrug my shoulder playfully. “If the dildo fits…”

He takes my free hand and places it right over his crotch.

Holy mother of fucks…the size of him.

There’s no way he wouldn’t feel amazing inside me.

Stretching me.

Filling me.

Glancing up at Griffin, I watch his pupils dilate right in front of me. He inhales sharply when I give his bulge a squeeze and then with all the confidence in the world, he says, “You won’t be needing Mr. Rainbow tonight, Naughty. If a deep soul-shattering fuck is what you need, I’m right here. Use me.”

Holy Jesus.

Yes please.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Pinning him with a fiery gaze, I chuck Mr. Rainbow onto the bed where I can find it to put away later, and then I lift my sweater off and toss it to the floor. I rise up on my tiptoes to kiss him but he pins my arms to my sides and spins me around until the backs of my legs are hitting the mattress.

“I have one condition,” he tells me.

I let out a light chuckle and arch my brows. “So let me get this clear. You’ve been touching me all night, you’ve kissed my shoulder and my neck as well as whatever that assault was downstairs in the hallway, you touched my breasts just moments ago and I’ve already thrown some of my clothes off for you andnowyou have conditions?”

“Just one.” He nods, the heat in his eyes telling me he wants me as much as I want him.

Raising my chin, I lock eyes with my husband, frustrated that this might not work out to my liking. “Do tell Mr. Ollenberg.”

He swallows and his eyes drop, raking over my body as he speaks. “I don’t fuck around, Layken. Not this time.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’ve fucked around with women before. That’s no secret.” He shakes his head. “But I didn’t care about them the way I care about you. I’m not fucking around with you,” he says with the utmost sincerity. “I’m done playing make believe.” He breathes. “I can’t pretend that I’m not scarily attracted to you because I am. I fucking am.”

If ever there were words that could turn me on it’s all of his words.

His fingers slide along the waist band of my leggings. “There’s nothing about you I’m not crazy about and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my whole goddamn life.” He swallows again. “But if you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. It’s okay.” He dips his hand below my pants, his fingers trailing through my now soaking wet center.

Jesus, fuck!

Yessss.

I gasp and tip my head back as he continues to whisper in my ear. “I’ll pleasure you and this sexy little body anytime, anywhere, and I’ll do it happily over…” He circles my clit. “And over again…” He circles again, my knees going weak. “As long as we both shall live.”

“Griffin…” His name is a heated plea for more.

Please, God, so much more.

“But if you want my cock, if you want the soul-shattering fuck I’m offering you…” He plunges one finger inside me and then another, swirling them slowly as he hitches my leg against him. “Then you’re mine. And I am yours. There will be nobody else because I don’t share what’s mine, Layken.” He brings his face closer to mine, our lips merely centimeters apart, and then pulls his hand from my pants rubbing my arousal across his lips. His tongue swipes across them as he tastes me, his eyes closing in pleasured enjoyment. And then they open again and he’s staring at me as he repeats himself. “I. Don’t. Share. What’s. Mine.”

Holy.

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