Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
The kiss feels like it goes on for hours and while I know that’s not true, when we break apart the oxygen I breathe in settles in my burning lungs. The kiss was so intense that I feel like I’ve ran a marathon. I take my hand—which I apparently used to grab her breast and torture her nipple while we kissed—and move it down to cup between her legs and press against her in the place I want to bury my dick deep inside. “I can’t fuck you until you learn how to ask for what you want, baby.”
“Griffin …”
I let go of her long enough to push her short-ass skirt up and then, I press my hand against her black silk panties. “This is your pussy, and it’s hot, wet, and made to fit my cock and mine alone, Georgie.”
“Oh God,” she moans, her head going back as her body quivers beneath me. I smile as I feel how wet her panties are, along with the fact they are getting wetter every second.
“Look at me, Georgie,” I growl, afraid I’m going to cum in my fucking jeans before she even touches me. Slowly she tilts her head and opens those beautiful blue eyes to stare at me. “You’re mine. I don’t want another woman. I don’t care if there was an army of women naked and on their knees begging for my cock, they wouldn’t get it. I want you. Just you. I need you to understand that. You’re mine and I’m yours. Say it.”
“Th … There are things you don’t know about me. Things you may not—”
“I’ve heard the rumors. I don’t really give a fuck. What you need to know is I don’t believe in that shit—”
“Griffin—”
“But even if everything they say is true, I don’t fucking care. Hell, woman, you could fly into the compound on a fucking broomstick, and I’d just want to fuck you on it.”
“You could get tired of me and then—”
I let her hands go to bring one of them down to my crotch, flattening it so her fingers and palm are pressed against the very hard ridge of my cock. “Does that feel like I’m going to get tired of you? Hell, baby, I don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring. What I do know is that I love being around you. I feel alive when we’re together in a way that I haven’t in fucking years—if ever. I don’t just want you in my life, I need you. I figure if this feeling is so intense already, it will only get stronger.”
“Or it could burn out just as quickly,” she counters, trying to be the sane one of us and use caution. I can’t wait to fuck that out of her, too.
“Or we could grow old together and fill the house with kids for Nana to spoil,” I argue, kissing her again. I don’t let this one go where I want it to. I want her to hear what I’m saying to her. If I can’t make her agree, I’ll use sex to get her to agree. When it comes to Georgia, I’ll do anything to get her to give in.
“You don’t live in a house,” she counters. “I don’t see the club being a place for kids either.”
I let my fingers sift through her hair watching her face closely. If I hadn’t been, I would have missed the pleasure that flashed briefly when I mentioned kids. “I can still run a club and live in a house, baby,” I remind her. “Right now, I want your mouth. Are you going to give it to me?”
Georgia surprises the hell out of me when she leans up and puts her mouth on mine, her tongue sliding against my lips, silently asking for permission. I wouldn’t have thought it possible but that excites me more than anything I’ve experienced. I open my mouth, my tongue sliding against hers. I welcome her kiss, but I let her stay in charge wanting to see what she will do. She deepens the kiss, her hands grasping my cut, her fingers clutching the leather and pulling me in. “Griff,” she breathes against my lips and her hips rock underneath me. God, she’s like a drug and I’m quickly becoming addicted. My hand goes to her shirt and I’m just about to lift it over her head when someone pounds on my door.
“Yo, Prez. The men are waiting on you,” Scorpion calls out.
“Motherfucker,” I groan, letting go of my woman’s shirt, and flopping over on my back as I try to get control of my raging hunger for her. “I’ll be there in a minute,” I answer louder, my voice hoarse as hell. Damn, my hands are even shaking. Georgia needed to come with a warning label, the way she makes me lose control.