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  He straightened his clothes and I made sure I at least looked acceptable. He led me from the car to a private entrance that had an elevator only he could access. As soon as the elevator door closed, he stood in front of me and put his hand down my dress. He exposed one of my breasts, cupped it in his hand and licked and kissed the tip. I was so aroused, I could feel the wetness running down my thighs. But he wasn’t done, he raised his mouth to mine and started kissing me and then his hand crept up my thigh… I spread my legs knowing what would come next when the elevator door rang, announcing we’d reached our destination.

  I groaned in frustration when he took a step back and took my hand.

  “We keep getting interrupted.”

  “It is a problem,” he said succinctly and then he led me to his apartment door. As it clicked open, he picked me up.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him lead me to the bedroom. He placed me on the bed, but I couldn’t see anything in front of me. It was hot, having sex in the dark.

  I felt him spread my legs and then I felt his tongue slide between my wet folds and then he settled between my thighs, pushing them further apart as he knelt between them and sucked and licked between my legs.

  I held his head in place and rocked my hips against his mouth, enjoying the feel of it, never wanting him to stop, but I was torn. I wanted him inside me again and I felt swollen in want.

  He pulled away and reached up to turn on a light. Soft illumination filled the room as he pulled my dress off and tossed it to the side. My breasts spilled from my bra and he made no move to take it off. He stripped off his shirt and pants, and stroked his hand up and down his dick as he looked at me.

  “You’re still so beautiful,” he said, staring down at me, as he sheathed himself in a condom.

  I was grateful that the soft illumination most likely hid my stretch marks that were my battle scars from pregnancy. Other than that, my body hadn’t changed much, except that my breasts were fuller and maybe my hips rounder.

  “Open your legs for me,” he said, and I slowly spread my legs wide.

  He knelt down between my legs and pulled my hips under his and in one easy motion he pushed into me. He didn’t waste any time as he went deeply into me, pulling out and then going deeper again.

  I wrapped my legs around his back and bit into his shoulder as he leaned forward, covering my body with his own as he thrust into me over and over. I must have screamed too loudly, because he abruptly stopped moving and asked me if I were ok.

  “Yes, don’t stop…”

  And then he kept pumping into me. My inner muscles squeezed his shaft, drawing it in deeper. He groaned.

  “God, you’re tight.”

  And I had every reason to be. I hadn’t been with anyone since him.

  He quickened his thrusts then, and the feel of his cock, thick and hard, sliding in and out of me pushed me over the edge. I screamed as he pumped into me, not sparing me as he drove deep and hard with each thrust until he too began to come.

  We lay panting. I was breathless, but I still wanted more of him.

  We lay with our faces next to each other and he brought a hand up to stroke my hip.

  “You’re curvier than I remember…” he remarked.

  I pouted. “Are you calling me fat?”

  “Not in a million years and even if you were… I’m not sure it would even matter to me.”

  I hadn’t been expecting that. I’d just been teasing him, but apparently, he meant every word.

  “You know I can’t stay in L.A., right? Georgia is home.”

  “We don’t have to talk about that now,” he said, stroking my face. “In fact, we don’t have to talk at all.”

  He surprised me by settling me on top of him and then turned me around until I was in reverse cowgirl position.

  I could see his cock stirring again and I couldn’t help but give it some much needed attention. I brought my head down and began to lick and suck at it, taking my time, enjoying the way I turned him on. He responded by stroking and massaging my butt, and then he rotated his hips so he was now on his side and I flipped to my side to keep him in my mouth. My head was directly in front of his crotch and my crotch was near his face. He began fingering me and licking my clit as I brought his dick again into my mouth.

  I could barely concentrate on pleasuring him as he pleasured me, opening me up wider with his hand as he lazily licked circles around my clit.

  My body began to shake and the next thing I knew, Griffin was abandoning his post between my legs and instead was flipping me over.

  I knew what he wanted so I waited patiently as he put on another condom and then I buried my head in a pillow as he pushed into me from behind.

  He slapped my ass, making me giggle and then I quickly became serious blindly reaching for a rail as he pounded into me. He was merciless and I loved it. It was hard, almost animalistic the way he fucked me and I wanted more… needed more.

  “Griffin, please Griffin…”

  He paused as I moaned his name, and pulled out of me ever so slowly. I gripped the sheets of the bed in my fists.

  “Griffin. Please… more… put it back in…”

  “You sure? You look a little tired,” he teased, inserting the tip of his dick into my wet, pulsating vagina.

  I shivered at the feel of it and licked my dry lips. “Fuck me, Griffin… please…”

  I didn’t care that I was begging. I wanted him so fucking bad.

  “I love it when you beg,” he said, pushing in just a little bit further. I was so wet, I knew all I had to do was rock back just a little and his whole long, thick length would be inside me. But I liked this teasing, this prolonging the inevitable. It made fucking Griffin all that much more desirable. And that’s all this was, right? Just sex? Just really good sex.

  I didn’t get to contemplate it too long, as he pushed into me and began to move slowly in and out, taking his time, letting himself become acquainted with every inch of my wet, clenching opening. His dick was hot, as it filled me and I tilted my hips up greedily for more.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes, Griffin,” I moaned.

  “God, you’re tight… so tight… and wet.”

  He moaned this time as he plunged himself into me again. And then we were both beyond words as he grabbed my hips and began to thrust into me recklessly. I screamed as pleasure and pain became one… as he pushed so deeply I thought he would tear right through me, but yet, it wasn’t enough. God, I wanted more. So much more.

  Griffin gave me what I wanted by rubbing my clit with one hand as he continued to pound into me.

  The room was filled with the sound of our breathing and the sound of his body slapping against mine as he rode me hard from behind. I knew I was coming again, my body beginning to shake. I closed my eyes as my orgasm radiated from where Griffin was teasing my clit with his finger to my vagina where his cock was stretching and filling me, sending waves of pleasure that seized my entire body, making my head pound and my skin tingle.

  As I came, I screamed, squeezing his penis with my walls. He slid in and out of my wetness, still hard, still pumping and I came again, luxuriating in the feel of him sliding into my wetness over and over again, as my muscles quivered around him.

  And finally, he came, driving deeply into me one more time, sending his hot, piercing dick into me and holding it there while he groaned my name.

  He pulled out of me and I collapsed forward, sighing heavily into a pillow. My insides were still quivering from the aftermath of our lovemaking.

  He chuckled and I could only imagine the sight I made, naked and spent, lying on his pillows with my bra haphazardly aligned.

  As if finally noticing, he unhooked it and placed a chaste kiss on my back, which served to make me shiver. He kissed my back again and I moaned. He tossed my bra elsewhere and turned me over. He climbed on top of me, but held himself up on one elbow.

  He touched my face, tracing a finger down my cheek. “You ok
ay?”

  “Better than okay,” I whispered. I stared into his eyes and he stared into mine.

  “I guess now we’re reacquainted.”

  “I think so.”

  He kissed me again, sweetly. “I could kiss you all day.”

  “And I would let you.”

  “Yeah, I can’t imagine you objecting to being kissed all day.”

  I made a face at him and he playfully pinched my butt. “Ouch!”

  He laughed. “You like it…”

  He made his way to the bathroom and I sat up a little to watch him walk away. No wonder his thrusts felt so powerful, I thought to myself as I looked at his naked butt. He had a behind that anyone, man or woman, would envy. It was so perfect.

  His perfect butt disappeared into the bathroom and I realized then that I was completely naked and had nothing to put on besides my old dress. I covered myself with the blanket and settled into his soft luxurious pillows.

  I felt him crawl into bed with me and I remarked, “It must be so nice being rich. You one-percenters have the best pillows.”

  “Nice pillows are a requirement or you get kicked out the billionaire club.”

  “Now you wouldn’t want that,” I joked lazily, ready to doze off.

  My eyes were closing as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me towards his chest.

  “It’s Grant, by the way.”

  “Hmm?”

  “My name…G.L. Wallace? It’s Grant Leonard Wallace. That’s my full name.”

  “That’s a nice respectable name, but I like Griffin better.”

  He chuckled and I cuddled against his chest, feeling safe and warm. A feeling that, as I dozed off, I realized I could get used to.

  Chapter 10

  The next morning, I stretched out my legs and took a deep breath. I woke up slowly, forgetting where I was, trying to nestle myself deeper into the covers. The sun was peeking through the blinds and I tried to bury my head under a pillow when I heard a beep.

  It was a familiar beep, but in my sleepy state it took a while for me to recognize it.

  “My phone,” I said to mostly myself as I picked it up. I had a text message. It was from my mom.

  It simply said, “Just texting to see if you’re ok. You forgot to call last night.” And attached was a picture of Mom, Sadie and Dad together in front of the breakfast table. It was a terrible attempt at a selfie and it made me laugh.

  I felt guilty at first that I’d gotten so wrapped up last night that I’d forgotten to call, but then I squelched that guilt. It wasn’t like I’d been caught being irresponsible with a complete stranger. I’d just got swept away by my child’s father.

  I texted her back that I was sorry and that I would call soon, then scoured the floor for my bra and dress. I found them and slipped them on.

  Where the heck was Griffin?

  I made my way out of the bedroom and ran into a tall figure.

  “Hey, you! Long time no see!”

  Oh, God. Not this again. It was Jackson.

  I opened my mouth to greet him when I felt two hands grab me by the waist and pull me back against a hard chest I instantly recognized as Griffin’s. He hugged me from behind, holding me possessively as he spoke to Jackson.

  “Didn’t I tell you to stay in the kitchen?” Griffin said to Jackson.

  “I had to pee,” Jackson whined.

  “There’s a lady in the room, for God’s sake Jackson, watch your language.”

  Jackson looked contrite. “Sorry. But I did have to pee. You’re looking good… errr… sorry, what was your name again?” I opened my mouth to tell him when he interrupted again. “Nina! That’s it!”

  His phone beeped and he reached for it, giving me a wide grin. “I’m keeping this one far away from you. Phone killer.” He walked away as he began to talk on the phone. “Hey, hun! Yeah, yeah… I’m over at my brother’s. Remember that girl I told you about who went berserk and tossed my phone… she’s here! No, seriously, she is. She and Griffin are back together. You know he always liked the crazy ones…” he said, disappearing into a room.

  Griffin looked at me and I looked at him and we both snickered.

  “Your brother just called me crazy. I didn’t go berserk. He’s exaggerating.”

  “Well, I don’t know about that.”

  I punched Griffin playfully in the shoulder. He caught my hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss the back of it.

  “Did you sleep well?” He asked meeting my eyes and giving me a sexy look.

  I gave him one of my own and said, “The little sleep I had was enjoyable…”

  “Are you complaining?” he teased, leading me to a barstool at the giant quartz island in his kitchen.

  “No.”

  “I would hope not, you’re the insatiable one that kept waking me up. I should be the exhausted one.”

  I couldn’t help but blush in the daylight. He was right. I can’t remember how many other times I had woken up to initiate sex with him all over again. It had been a delicious evening… one I definitely would never forget. One I’d love to repeat, but first, I had to tell him the truth.

  “Griffin, remember the other night when I said we needed to talk?”

  “God, I hope this isn’t about Jerry because if you tell me you’re in love with him, I swear I’m going to throw him from a building.”

  “Why are you so obsessed with Jerry?”

  “Isn’t it simple? He’s into you. I can’t have another man sniffing at my woman.”

  I raised my eyebrows. So, I was his woman now? Interesting.

  “Jerry is just a friend. And you and I only became ‘reacquainted’ last night.”

  “And what a good night that was,” he said jokingly, giving me a lewd wink.

  I couldn’t’ help but laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

  “Don’t I know it.”

  The doorbell rang and Griffin looked annoyed. “I’m not expecting anyone. Be right back. Watch these eggs for me, I hate overcooked eggs.” He muttered almost to himself as he walked to the door.

  He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just flannel pajama bottoms that hugged his backside in the most appealing way. I liked the way his back muscles moved with his every step. Apparently, while I got curvier, Griffin got sexier… sometimes it’s not fair being a woman. I popped a small piece of an egg in my mouth and added another. I was starving.

  He went to open the door when the door opened up on its own and Mrs. Wallace came striding in.

  “It’s almost noon… why don’t you have any clothes on? I didn’t raise you to be a heathen—” She stopped abruptly as she caught sight of me.

  “You! What are you doing here?”

  I opened my mouth to speak and the words came out as gibberish because my mouth was full of eggs.

  She turned to Griffin and said, “What is she doing here?”

  “She has every right to be here, Mom. Calm down,” Griffin said more fiercely than I would have expected.

  “I will not calm down!” she said, marching past him and coming within inches of me. “You just don’t give up, do you? Do I have to pay you off again? Why won’t you just leave him alone?”

  I looked at Griffin who looked at me curiously.

  “Pay you off?” He said to me and then looked at his mom, “What are you talking about?”

  “I paid her $250,000 to leave you alone. And she took the money and apparently is back for more.”

  “What?”

  “That’s not true,” I said, finally able to defend myself now that I was done chewing.

  “Oh, really? Then explain where the $250,000 went.”

  I gulped hard. “I used it.”

  “You see!” his mom said victoriously.

  Griffin looked at me as if he’d never seen me before. I felt humiliated and vulnerable… the same way I felt all those years ago when Mrs. Wallace had lied to me about Griffin having a family. And then it occurred to me that because of her lies, my daughter hadn’t known her fath
er. It was because of her lies that my daughter didn’t know her uncle or know that she had a cousin and another one on the way. I was done with Mrs. Wallace scheming.

  “It’s true, your mom paid me $250,000 to make me go away.”

  “And you took it,” Griffin said emotionlessly. I felt my eyes tearing up, but I was determined to not let her win this time.

  “What your mother didn’t mention is why… ask her why I left. She led me to believe a lie.”

  She glared at me and turned to Griffin. “I told you already, Griffin. This is why I had security escort her out. I just wanted to protect you from her, I knew she was bad news. Not our kind, at all.”

  “And what exactly is our kind, Mom?” Griffin growled.

  “Griffin, I—”

  “Stop. Dad wasn’t our kind, and yet you married him.”

  Her lips grew tight. “This isn’t about your father.”

  “In a way, I think it is. From what I understand, you went out of your way to make sure Nina never got to me.”

  “I did what was best. She’s a predator. A gold digger.”

  “Stop, Mom. Just stop—”

  “You heard her! She took my money! She doesn’t have a conscience! I paid her off for cheap!” she spit out, her voice growing shrill. She was finally losing her composure and we stared at her. As if realizing it, she straightened her shoulders and slipped a hand through her perfectly coiffed hair. “Ask her,” she finally said.

  Griffin turned to me. There was no accusation in his eyes. In fact, he just looked tired. His eyes were guarded, but he looked exhausted as if he had had all he could take emotionally for one day. Apparently, Mrs. Wallace was always a handful.

  “She implied that you had a family. So yes, I took the money. I… I needed it.”

  “See there! I told you,” she said.

  “You lied to her and told her that I had a family?” Griffin said.

  “Not exactly. I might have implied it but she drew her own conclusions.”

  “You’re lying! You did more than imply.”

  She shook her head. “Who are you going to believe? Some floozy that whored herself on an island or me?”

  “Woah, woah, woah,” said Jackson cutting in. “I told you, Mom, they were entertainment specialists. Not whores.”