Page 131 of A Little Secret

We should’ve had the contractors check the insulation because this is borderline creepy.

“Borderline?” I ask aloud.

Griffin

The good news is you’ll never have to masturbate alone again. Just say the word, and I’ll be there in the blink of an eye.

I laugh, take off my shirt, leaving me exposed in a hot pink, lacy bra, lift my phone, and snap a picture. After hitting send, I hold my breath, listening.

A muffled, “Fuck,” echoes through the wall, followed by a door being slammed as I cover my amusement behind my hand. Seriously. It’s like taking candy from a baby. Keeping my eyes glued to my bedroom door, I count to thirty, and sure enough, there he is. Griffin Thorne in all his masculine glory.

He doesn’t wait for an invitation. Hell, the picture was probably invitation enough. He simply jumps onto the bed and climbs on top of me, hooking his fingers around mywrists and bringing them above my head until I’m sprawled beneath him.

“Glad they took the news well,” he murmurs.

“Me, too.”

“Glad they didn’t suggest neutering me, either.”

I grin up at him. “I mean, the news is still fresh, so…”

With a low laugh, he grinds into me. “And how would you come if I was neutered?”

“To be fair, I’m pretty sure you keep the dick and lose the balls when neutered, so…”

He rubs himself against me again, and I spread my legs wider, biting back my groan of appreciation. Seriously, though. How does this man make me so freaking weak, and we’re both still fully clothed?

“So, as long as I have my cock, you won’t complain?” he quips.

“Don’t get me wrong. I do like your balls.” I slip out of his hold on my wrists, slide my hand between us, and cup him softly through his joggers. “I also like your mouth and your fingers.” My grip tightens, and his dick twitches in my hold, exactly like I guessed it would.

Eyes rolling back in his head, Griffin thrusts into my hand as he cages me in, resting his weight on his elbows. “Anything else you like, Fin?”

“I mean, you’re kind of easy on the eyes, too.” I lift my chin and nip at his lips. “I also like your determination. And your thoughtfulness. I like the way you hold me and how you’re always thinking of others.” My hand glides along his erection again before I let him go and wrap my arms around his neck. “But most of all, I like your heart, Griffin Thorne.”

“Just like, huh?” Eyes crinkling, he dips closer, kisses my nose, moves onto his haunches, and reaches for my bottoms. I don’t know how he does this. How he managesto turn me on and make me wet with barely a minute of foreplay. Maybe it’s because I know what’s in store. Maybe because I’ve had a bit of a shit day, and I know he can take care of me. Maybe because I spent so long telling myself no when it comes to all things Griffin, it’s refreshing to not have to hide anymore. To be open and vulnerable and…ready. So ready to feel him inside me again.

Slowly, Griff pulls my pants down, and I lift my hips, helping him shimmy them off me until I’m left bare beneath him. As his eyes find my core, his mouth parts, and his gaze meets mine. “My heart likes you, too.”

“Just like, huh?” I ask, tossing his own words back at him.

“You want the truth?” Shoving his joggers down, he reveals his rigid cock, and my mouth waters. With a slow nod of my head, I watch him fist his thick erection—once, twice, three times. Then, he lines up the head with my entrance. Usually, I’d tease the guy for not making sure I’m a ready and willing participant, but he knows me too well, and right now, I’m freaking dripping.

He must feel it, too, because his knuckle brushes against my slit for the briefest of seconds. The corner of his mouth quirks as he pushes inside of me, one inch after another, watching as his cock disappears into my heat. My heels dig into the mattress, and I lift my hips to meet him, anxious to feel the familiar burn and stretch. I love this part. The closeness. The rhythm. The way my breathing turns ragged, and his pistoning movements push me over the edge.

“Pretty sure you own this heart, Fin,” he rasps.

“Pretty sure you can stop with the sappy stuff,” I tease. “You’re already getting laid, Griff.” I wiggle beneath him, proving my point. “Now, are you gonna fuck me or what?”

His chuckle is low and raspy as he shakes his head back and forth. “Not gonna fuck you, Fin.”

I close my eyes, savoring the way my body stretches around him while silently willing his body to start moving. “Then, what would you call this?”

“This is making love.”

“Did you…” I gasp as he fully seats himself inside of me. “Did you just get super corny on me?”

“Telling you I’m making love to you is corny?”