Page 51 of Subbing For Santa

“So, in thirty-four years of searching for a woman, you come across me and think, hell, yeah, I want her to be mine?” I ask with a grin, and Griffin chuckles, shaking his head at me.

“I’ll admit, your stunning tall and curvy body, perky tits, sun kissed skin, and luscious long blonde hair definitely caught my attention.Butit was the sex party stuff that sucked me in.”

“So you’re just after a girl that can fuck?”

“What?” He darts his eyes to mine as he frowns. “No. It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?” I ask.

He flicks on the indicator, slowing down and pulling the car off the road before shoving it in park. Then he turns to me, one hand braced on the headrest of my seat, the other on the dash in front of me, caging me in.

“I want a woman that’s not scared to ask for what she wants in the bedroom. I have no interest in a woman who thinks all she needs to do is please me, and then in ten years’ time feels deprived because she’s never asked for what she really wants and is still too fucking scared to do so.”

“So, you think I’ll ask for what I want, and it will mean there will be no secrets or disappointments?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “I hope that’s the case.”

“So, if I say I want to go to a sex party and fuck other people, is that going to be a problem?”

He smirks. “Not a problem as long as I’m invited, too.”

My brows shoot up at his admission. I’m not sure why this surprises me. He did say he wanted to come to my sex party before I went and cancelled it.

“So you’re after an open relationship? Is that it?”

He growls, leaning in close. “No. Let’s get one thing straight.You are mine, Aggie. You will not have a relationship with anyone else, and I will only be with you, but a sex party where we are both attending is nothing more than meaningless sex that we are both witness to. To me, it will simply be another form of a sex toy.”

“Oh.” I breathe, feeling my cheeks heat. “So, you would sit back and watch me in a gang bang?”

He smirks. “Maybe. Hell, I might even join in.”

Jesus. That sounds hot.

“So you see. Sex may be a big part, but as long as we are open and exploring together, then we could have a happier relationship than most.”

It’s a little unorthodox for most people, I’m sure, but it feels kind of perfect for me.

“I get it,” I admit, and he grins.

“Good.” Leaning forward, he presses his lips to mine in a soft, sensual kiss that has my core clenching.

Everything about this man is alluring. His scent. His lips. The way his tongue dances with mine. I could easily get lost in everything Griffin Marx. Easily hand myself over to him for all eternity.

After a minute of teasing me with his lips and tongue, he slowly pulls back, breaking the kiss, his dark eyes studying my face for a moment before he offers me a slight smile. This version of Griffin is different from the animal that claimed me by the lake last night, but I can tell that monster still lurks just under the surface. Maybe I should be afraid of it. But I’m not.

“What other questions do you have?” he asks as he pulls the car back out on the highway.

I consider the thousands of questions darting through my mind, and decide to move onto his family.

“You have a big family.”

“Yes. Very big.” He nods, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Is your family like the mafia or something?”

I expect him to laugh and shake his head, but Griffin remains neutral.

“Mafia is an overused term.”

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