Page 83 of No Going Back
“You aren’t coming already, are you, Di?” Griffin worked her clit a little faster as he continued to pump into her. “We haven’t even really started yet. There’s so much more I want to do to you.”
The tension building in her body snapped as her climax tore through her, sending her sagging against him as everything went weak.
“Don’t let go of those bars. I won’t be able to fuck you like this anymore if I can’t trust you to stay on your feet.” Griffin’s arm tightened around her waist as he shut off the water and snagged a towel. He wrapped it around her, the fabric fluffy and soft against her skin.
Dianna tipped her head back to his shoulder, reaching up to lace her fingers in his hair as he nipped along her neck. “Maybe you should take me to our new bed. See if it’s just as fun to fuck me there.”
Griffin groaned, thrusting into her one final time before sliding free. “You’ve got to stop the dirty talk. You’re going to kill me.”
Dianna slowly turned to face him, feeling relaxed and sexy and desired.
Feeling like a fucking goddess.
“You should probably get some life insurance then.”
EPILOGUE
DIANNA
JANIE GROANED. “IF that isn’t the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” She stabbed one finger in the direction of her open mouth. “Puke.”
“Don’t say puke.” Dianna pressed her hand to her lips, willing her body to keep its shit together as Griffin walked in through the front door of The Baking Rack, their baby daughter strapped in a carrier across his chest.
“It’s your own fault.” Janie opened up the cooler, fishing out a can of ginger ale and passing it over, along with a teasing smile. “Don’t expect me to feel sorry for you.”
Dianna took the pop, cracking it open and swallowing down a little sip. “Thank you.”
Janie was too distracted to notice her thanks. She was already on her way around the counter, hands out, fingers making grabbing motions. “Give me that baby.”
Griffin smiled, carefully extricating Nadia’s six-month old wiggly body from the carrier before passing her off to Janie.
Janie hooked her on one hip, bouncing in deep, twisting sweeps as she kissed all over Nadia’s drooly, chubby face. “Auntie Janie missed you. Have you been giving daddy shit?”
“She sure has.” Griffin grinned, completely unbothered by his ex-girlfriend holding their daughter. “Literally. She’s blown out three diapers already today.”
Janie’s smile widened, her mouth opening wide with the expression. “Good girl. Auntie is so proud of you.”
Nadia kicked her feet and babbled, little fingers grabbing at the bright colors inked on Janie’s arm as they continued to bounce around the shop.
Griffin came to the counter, the empty baby carrier still hanging across his broad chest. “We came to see if you needed any help getting everything ready for tomorrow.”
She thought life was hectic before, but since getting pregnant and married and then having a baby and then accidentally on purpose getting pregnant again, life had become complete chaos.
Exquisite, amazing chaos.
Dianna glanced down the mostly empty cases. Like always, they were pretty ransacked. “I feel like I might need to figure out a way to produce more inventory.”
She’d been dragging her feet on it, a little worried she would eventually push the limits of how much the people of Moss Creek could buy in a day. But it was starting to seem like they didn’t know any limits when it came to baked goods, so she was once again trying to come up with a way to up production.
“Makes sense to me.” Griffin reached across the counter, resting his hand on hers. “Do you have any ideas on how to make that happen?”
Griffin was a great businessman. He’d built a thriving chain of car repair shops he still owned in Seattle, but rarely had to do much more than take the occasional trip and participate in a weekly zoom chat. That left him completely free to be the primary caregiver for Nadia and, as she expected, he was great at that too, juggling nap times and feeding schedules like he’d been doing it his whole life.
But while it was easy to leave their daughter in Griffin’s very capable hands, she still fought the lingering fears that came with allowing him in her business. It was stupid. Ridiculous. Nonsensical.
But it was just how trauma worked. So she was learning, yet again, how to live with it.
“I’ve been thinking about some of your suggestions, and I think maybe it’s time to consider finding a larger space.” As terrifying as it was, she valued Griffin’s opinion. Needed it. And he was always willing to offer it. Carefully and respectfully because he knew it was one of the ways she continued to struggle.
