Page 6 of Family Ties

Soon.

Real soon.

CHAPTER

FIVE

ABIGAIL

Waking up, I feel for Garrison, but his side of the bed is cold. I roll over and see that his side of the bed was slept in. I grab my phone from the nightstand and take a glance at the time.08:57.

Garrison has probably been out of bed for at least an hour by now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him lounging in bed after eight.

Fuck…

I abruptly place my fingers on my lips when I remember the drunken moment last night.

Grant kissed me.

There was a lot of wine with dinner, and I was quite tipsy. I’m probably overthinking it. It was probably just an innocent kiss. It meant nothing.

It didn’t feel like nothing though.

Merely thinking about it, I get the same tingle of excitement and need between my thighs that I did when his lips dusted over mine. A need I desperately want to tend to. Sliding my hand under the sheet, I run my fingers down the length of my stomach. I can’t help but think how wrong this is as I push my fingers under the lace of my panties, I can’t help but think how wrong this is.

It's just like fantasizing about Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Eric Dane, or that silver fox on all those romance book covers…

My fingers slide over my pussy, and my panties are already fucking drenched.

He’s just a much more mature version of your fiancé…

Sliding my fingers through my arousal, I slip one inside with a groan before sliding it over my clit. I tease over and around the hardened bundle of nerves with the pad of my finger until I am unable to contain my moans.

“Do you want some help with that, Angel?” Garrison stands in the now-open doorway.

“Fuck,” I yelp as my eyes dart open. “You scared me half to death.”

“Not what I asked.” He closes the door and walks to the side of the bed. Gripping the sheets, he inches them down my body. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

Gently grabbing behind my knees, he pulls my ass to the edge of the bed.

“What were you thinking about?” His finger slides under the lace and pulls my panties to the side as he kneels beside the bed. “Because you’re never this wet for me.”

Not a lie.

Garrison gets the job done in the bedroom, most of the time.

But he’s never affected me quite like this.

“Henry Cavill?” I lie, coyly responding while shrugging my shoulders.

Okay fine, your father.

“Tell me.” His tongue delicately licks up the length of my pussy. “Tell me what he was doing that you’re this excited.”

This is new…

“He was standing so close to me that we were practically touching.” He repeatedly licks at my pussy. “His fingers slid under my chin, lightly gripping my jaw to tilt my face up to his.”

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