Page 51 of Bitter Truths

“Okay, okay,” I grumble, hiding my smile when he pulls back with shining eyes.

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine. You can find me on the dance floor when you’re ready to go. Unless, you know . . .” I grin, waggling my brows.

Laughing, he kisses me on the lips, and I giggle, watching bewilderedly as he walks off with a new swagger I’ve never seen to his hips.

“If that had been any other guy, I would’ve kicked his ass,” Griffin breathes in my ear, and I full-on shiver when his breath caresses my skin.

Sucking in air, I turn toward him and meet his glittering stare before I take in the goods. He’s wearing a tight white shirt and jeans, his muscles displayed in all their glory, stretching the material mercilessly.

He pushes the fake glasses, complete with white tape around the bridge, up his nose, and I mentally sigh because the nerdy look only makes him sexier, if that’s possible.

Rolling my tongue back into my mouth, I moan, hoping he can’t hear me. Fuck me, but he’s hot and, judging by the smirk, he knows it.

His eyes light with unholy fire, and he brushes a stray hair behind my ear before cupping my neck. With his lips hovering near me, he says, “Mine.”

Pulling away, I say breathlessly, “No.”

He snarls, darkness flashing behind his eyes, before he smirks again and grabs me up, wrapping his hands around my ass.

Flames lick down my spine when he rubs his erection against my core, and I wrap my fingers around his arms, the heat of his skin burning the tips.

“You’ll always be mine,” he breathes, licking my bottom lip.

My clit tingles viciously, my core instantaneously wet and achy. He plays me like a fucking piano. He’s always known what I need. Always.

I should back off because I know what’s on the other side of this, and it’s most likely heartache, especially because he’s still with Miranda as far as I know. But I need him, I need this, and I’m going to take what I want for once in my life.

He’s watching me closely, his eyes hooded. I open my mouth, but he grinds into me, and with a moan, I lean into his mouth and let everything go but this moment. “Griff.”

Maybe it’s wrong, but he’s my weakness. He always has been. Just being near him makes me feel alive. Even now, my heart is light, and my limbs feel like they could float away.

He shudders, his eyes flashing, and pulls me to him, hugging me tightly. Although I can feel the tremble in his limbs, and it makes my heart melt, it’s his erection that makes my blood sing. He wants me, and fuck if I don’t want him.

“Griffin,” I moan again, wrapping my arms around his neck and breathing him in. He smells of sin and pleasure wrapped up in a spicy heat.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I need you,” he rumbles, pulling my head back by my hair and nipping my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue.

I clench around him with a needy groan, before bucking into him, seeking the oblivion I know he can give me.

“Fuck,” he rasps, stepping into the corner where it’s darker and shielding us from the strobing light.

“Here?” I gasp, pumping my pelvis against his dick.

“Fuck, yes, especially if you don’t stop,” he gasps.

I smile wickedly, licking my lips and staring into his eyes while I grind against him.

“Mm, fuck yes. That’s right, sweet. Does my dick feel good on that sweet pussy?”

“Griffin,” I keen, his naughty words pushing me to the edge.

Pressing my back against the wall, he runs his palm against my core and presses into me, causing tingles to build in a rush of heat. His pretty eyes stare into mine as he brings me to the edge, and just when I’m about to tip over, he unbuttons my pants and slides his warm palm inside.

“Oh,” I groan, and his nostrils flare.

His fingers slide over my lips, and he drops his head to my chest. “So wet, fuck.”

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