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My body has decided for me. This man is mine, whether I think it’s a good idea or not.

Griffin

Aggiewasright.Tantricsex can be confronting. I’m normally into rough, throw her around and show my dominance type of sex, making sure to pleasure her over and over before I take, but this. Tantra. It was something else.

The way her body wrapped around mine like we were going to melt into each other and form one being was a new experience. I found myself getting pleasure just from her closeness. From the smell of her skin just under her ear. From the way her eyes spoke the words she can’t seem to find yet. And from the way her hands clung to my back like she never wanted to let me go.

I barely needed her to touch my cock, even though the press of her core teased that too.

Fucking epic.

I hope that one day she can teach me how to hold in my ejaculation, so eventually, I can legitimately fuck her all night long until we both pass out.

Chapter eighteen

Truths

Agatha

BoxingDayisusuallythe first part of the Christmas season I like, because everything goes on sale. That’s typically how I celebrate my Christmas, going shopping and buying myself gifts, which mostly consist of the lacy lingerie variety.

This year, however, there’s no shopping. This year there’s a big arse boat that looks like something David and Victoria Beckham would own. The boat is calledThe Audrey, after Ewan’s first wife, who passed away from breast cancer, and Griffin price dropped on the drive to the bay; it cost over five million dollars.

Seriously, who has that sort of money to just go and buy a damn boat?

I guess organised crime pays well.

I push that thought aside, because I don’t want that part of Griffin’s life influencing how I see him. There are so many wonderful things about this man, which makes it hard to remember what family he belongs to.

The boat has a crew of six staff today, all uniformed up like it’s a cruise ship, and we set sail by mid-morning.

Earlier this morning, at breakfast, we were getting some funny looks from Griffin’s brothers, plus the typical glare from Fallon, until finally Grace revealed that Griffin and I were a little loud in our bedroom last night. I was sure my face lit on fire, which was surprising given what we had done in front of some of Griffin’s brothers earlier in the evening.

Thankfully, not all of them have joined Griffin’s parents on the boat, so I only have to suffer embarrassment from Oswald and Brennen, even though they haven’t said anything.

The boat is divine, with three levels of decks and two levels of cabins below.

Grabbing a bottle of champagne, an ice bucket, and a platter of cheese and crackers, Griffin leads me to the front of the boat, which he tells me is called the bow, where there is a lounge and small table. There is no shade up here, but with the cooler ocean breeze, it’s beautiful sitting in the warm summer sun.

“I was thinking we should play a game to get to know each other better.” Griffin smirks at me and my brows lift.

“What sort of game?”

“Something simple, like twenty questions. I found a list on the internet of things you should know about your partner six months into your relationship. I figure we can skip ahead and just ask the questions.”

I study Griffin’s face as he speaks, noticing that he almost seems nervous, which is a first. He holds up his phone to show me he has a list, and I smile, giving him a nod.

“Sounds interesting. Do we both answer the same question?”

He nods. “Yep.”

“Ok. Let’s do it.”

Grinning at me, Griffin pours us each a glass of bubbles before sitting back on the sofa-like sun lounge and tugging me back with him. I get comfy, curling into his side a little despite the heat.

“Ok. First question. How do you like to celebrate your birthday?”

“Oh.” I glance up at his face. “I was waiting for you to ask what my favourite colour is or something.”

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