Part 11 (2/2)

Those soft hands drifted down his stomach. ”You don't want this to be over too soon, do you?”

”Trust me, I recuperate quickly.”

”Yes, I know. And I'm very thankful for that.” One fingertip tickled his navel. ”You're an amazing lover.”

She kissed him deeply. With their lips still touching, Emma rose to her knees. She grasped the base of his c.o.c.k and sank down on it.

Griff groaned loud and long. Placing his heels on the bed, he pumped his hips, driving his rod deep into Emma's slick channel. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, matching stroke for stroke with his f.u.c.king.

She ended their kiss and lifted her hips so he slipped out of her. He wasn't ready to stop kissing her, and he certainly wasn't ready to stop f.u.c.king her. ”Wait! What are you doing?”

”I want to do something else.”

Something else? Griff threw his head back and banged it on the headboard. He'd been happy with the way they were. ”You really are trying to kill me.”

Cradling his face, she drew it back down and kissed him. ”No, I'm trying to make you feel incredible.”

She moved to his side. Griff swallowed when she picked up the bottle of gel lubricant from the nightstand. Grasping the base of his c.o.c.k, she flipped open the top of the bottle and squeezed a generous amount over the head of his hard flesh. She tossed the bottle aside. Still holding his shaft, she straddled his hips again. Griff didn't know why she'd added the lube since she was already really wet. He understood when she positioned the head at her a.n.u.s.

Griff's heart pounded so hard, he could hear it in his ears. a.n.a.l s.e.x had always been a fantasy of his, one that had never been fulfilled. Emma slid down slowly, taking his rod little by little into her a.s.s. Her eyes closed, her mouth fell open as she released a purring moan.

”Oh yessss.”

Emma leaned back and gripped his thighs. Her open legs let Griff see every bit of her p.u.s.s.y and watch his d.i.c.k gliding in and out of her a.s.s.

He'd never seen anything so s.e.xy in his life.

He held his breath, trying to delay his climax. He didn't want this to be over. Ever.

”Feels so good, Griff.”

Oh s.h.i.+t. Don't come, man! Don't come until she does.

Her breath hitched. She threw her head back and her body trembled. Griff felt her a.n.u.s contract around his c.o.c.k, pulsing, squeezing. He couldn't hold back any longer. Clutching the headboard, he arched his hips and let his o.r.g.a.s.m envelop his entire body.

Along with the pounding heart, now his lungs struggled to draw in enough air. Griff leaned his head back and watched Emma through eyes that he could barely keep open. He didn't think he'd ever had such a powerful climax. A newborn kitten couldn't be any weaker than he felt right now.

He groaned when Emma let his softened c.o.c.k slip out of her. She crawled up his body, released the cuffs and wrapped her arms around his neck. Griff gave her a quick squeeze, then held her close to him.

”Shower time?” Emma asked.

”Yeah. As soon as my legs will work.” He smiled when she giggled. ”You like leaving me too weak to move, don't you?”

”You'll be weak for only a few minutes. Then I want you to demonstrate how quickly you can recuperate.”

Griff slid his hands up and down her back. Her skin was so silky. ”Are you still giving notice at work Monday?”

Emma nodded. ”The restaurant is closed Mondays and Tuesdays, but the owner does his paperwork on Mondays. I'll talk to him then. Alaina told me I can stay with her and Rye until I find a place to rent.”

”You don't have to do that. You can stay here with me.”

A gentle smile curved her lips. ”You're very sweet to offer, but I don't want you to feel as if you have to.”

”I don't feel I have to.” He cradled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, whisked his thumbs across the nipples. ”I like the idea of s.e.x every day with you.”

Her smile widened. ”I like the idea of s.e.x every day with you too. I accept your generous offer.”

Cupping her nape, he pulled her to him for a long kiss. His c.o.c.k stirred. With a little encouragement, he would soon be ready for round three. Why not? Neither of them had to work tomorrow. There was no reason why they couldn't f.u.c.k all night.

”How about if we take our shower and try out some of your other toys?”

Emma's smile turned wicked. ”I say yes.”

Chapter Eleven.

Emma watched Ted scribble his signature on her last paycheck. Her boss had insisted on paying her after the restaurant closed Sat.u.r.day evening. She'd told him he could mail the check to her when he processed the regular payroll in six days on the fifteenth, but that wasn't good enough for him.

”I'm gonna miss you, Emma.” He tore the check from the register and handed it to her. ”We're all gonna miss you. You're the best chef I've ever had.”

”Thanks.” She folded the check and slipped it into her purse. ”I've loved working here.”

She'd gone to work for Ted fresh out of high school, barely knowing how to boil water. Fifteen years her senior, he'd taught her his cooking secrets along with his s.e.xual moves. She'd enjoyed f.u.c.king her forty-something boss every couple of weeks until he became engaged a year ago. Emma loved s.e.x, but she drew the line when it came to messing with a guy in a serious relations.h.i.+p.

Ted swiveled his chair toward her. She watched his gaze slowly travel over her body. She hadn't seen that look in a long time, but she knew what it meant. He'd looked at her that way before he bent her over his desk for a quick romp. That hadn't happened in a year, and it wasn't going to happen tonight.

”How 'bout it, Emma?” Taking her hand, he tugged her between his spread legs. ”Wanna give your ol' boss a proper goodbye?”

Emma laughed while he grinned. ”You're engaged.”

”I won't tell if you won't.”

”Since when do you cheat on your fiancee?”

”I don't, but this is a special occasion.” He placed his hands on her waist and tugged her closer. ”We had some good times. Really good.”

She let him touch her, knowing this would be the last time he did so. She also did it to see if his touch aroused her. She'd been with no one else since she'd met Griff. Three weeks with one man was a record for her.

Ted palmed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, ran his thumbs over her nipples. A pleasant zing traveled to her c.l.i.t, but not the take-me-now urge she got when Griff touched her nipples.

She wasn't the least bit tempted to have s.e.x with Ted.

When he unfastened the b.u.t.ton on her pants, she knew she had to stop him. She gripped his hands. ”No, Ted.”

His pout made her think of a little boy who was told he couldn't have dessert. ”You sure?”

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