Page 32 of Property of Grifter
On the fourth question, he says my name.“Georgia.”
“Yeah?”
He pauses, his voice suddenly lower, thicker.“I don’t really want to ask you another question.I mostly just want to kiss you.”
“Griffin…” I whisper.
“Just a kiss, baby.Before I can respond, he’s kissing me—slow, sweet, unhurried.The kind of kiss that melts your bones and makes you forget to breathe.The kind that I never imagined existed before Griffin entered my life.When we finally break apart, I can barely think straight.
Griffin leans in to whisper against my lips, “We better watch that movie before I forget my promise to only cuddle and not do anything else.”
I giggle—something I do a lot around him.Come to think of it, both of us seem to laugh a lot together.That thought makes me happy as I settle against him, snuggling into Griffin’s warmth.The movie plays in the background, but all I can feel is his heartbeat steady under my cheek, his hand tracing lazy circles on my arm.After a while, I whisper, “Griffin?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I just wanted to thank you for a wonderful night.I had a really great time.”
He tightens his arm around me and kisses my forehead.“Trust me, baby, I’m having a much better one.”
“Not possible.”
“Maybe we’ll just agree we’re both having the best date of our lives.”
I turn my head, teasing.“But you said you don’t date, remember?”
“I don’t.You’re my first—and you’ll be my last.You can’t top perfection, and that’s exactly what this night’s been,” he jokes—although it doesn’t feel like a joke.It feels like he’s being honest.
I lift my head so I can see his face.“Stop being so amazing.I can’t keep my defenses up against you.”
He looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world.“Sorry, Georgie.You’re out of luck.I’m going to devote my life to spoiling you.My life’s mission has now become showing you how you deserve to be treated.”
My throat tightens again, but this time it’s from something tender, not fear.“I don’t know if I’m strong enough to handle that,” I whisper.“I’ve never had it from anyone but Nana.”
He brushes a strand of hair from my face.“Don’t worry, sweetheart.I’ll make you like it.”
Griffin kisses me again, slow and deep.As I melt into him, one truth settles in my heart like it’s always been there—I’m falling in love with him.I also realize there’s no stopping it and even if I should be scared, I’m not.He makes me feel safe.So, instead of panicking, I just snuggle closer, letting myself get lost in the steady beat of Griffin’s heart and the security of his arms.
For the first time in my life, everything feels right.
17GRIFFIN
“Fuck,”I hiss under my breath.
Waking up in bed with Georgia is simultaneously the best thing in my life and complete and utter torture.I’m spooning her delectable body—her ass pressed into my rock-hard cock and with every little wiggle she makes, I want to beg for mercy.I can’t take advantage of her, even if her body is silently asking for relief.I know if I did anything, Georgia would be upset.So, I’ve been lying here for the last thirty minutes.It’s the best kind of hell.
“Griffin,” she murmurs.
I close my eyes, my balls aching with the need to come.Georgia’s sweet ass presses into me and she rocks against me.I know she doesn’t realize what she’s doing to me, but it’s pure torture.I scrub my hand over my face, wondering if I’m going to survive this.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” I answer, my voice hoarse and gruff with need.
When she wiggles that plush ass against me again, I grab her hip.“Baby, you have to stop.You’re killing me, here.I’m trying to be good, but if you keep moving, I’m going to lose it.I want you so much right now, I can barely breathe.”
“What am I doing?”she asks, and her innocence kills me, and makes me happy at the same time.
I move my hips, pressing my cock deeper against her ass.“You keep rubbing your ass against my cock and I’m trying to be good, Georgie, but there’s only so much a man can handle.”
“Oh,” she whispers.“I didn’t know.”
