Page 97 of Griffin
The way his hands always roam. The way he looks at me like I’m his every wish. The way he traces all my curves, kisses my entire body, looks after my every need. I grew up being told I needed to hide. I had to cover up, I had to remain quiet, I had to do as I was told. But Griffin lets me do life how I want to do it. Who knew men like him existed? I just had to come to Whispers to find him.
“That’s it, sweetness… Fuck… Bounce on me, baby. I can feel you fluttering, and you’re so damn wet for me.” I love how Griffin gets during sex. His dirty talk, the way he sounds so needy. Like he isn’t chasing a high, but in a deep state of need for me.
“Griffin…” I warn, my body getting hot all over, panting, sweating, my cheeks no doubt red.
“I fucking love your breasts…” He groans, lowering his head again and burying himself between them, licking and sucking all over. My skin prickles, my orgasm closing in on me, his thrusts, his hands, his mouth, all doing me in.
“Yes, Griffin!” If the oven timers go off, if someone bangs on the door, none of it would stop us. Here in the bakery, the place where we first met. My dress bunched at my waist, Griffin's jeans around his ankles. Him holding me so tight as his every movement shows me exactly what I mean to him.
“Ohhh, sweetness… you’re my fucking undoing… Come for me. Slide that pretty pussy over and over on my cock and let me fuck you a million times in our lifetime.”
I start to shake, the thought of forever pushing me over the edge.
“Over and over… again and again. That’s it… feel me, feel every inch wanting you…”
“Yessss, Griffin, please. Oh my g— YES!” I scream as I come, gripping on to him tight, my hands pulling at his hair as he looks at me, our lips smashing into each other as I shake and bounce like my life depends on it. The old me would feel shame. The old me would feel even a little bit dirty. But none of this is dirty. This is love. Hard, fast, deep-burning love.
“Yes, sweetness… Fuck, you’re so perfect. You’re everything…” Griffin grabs my ass tight and thrusts into me with one more powerful thrust before he lets go.
“Savannah!” He yells my name, his teeth grinding through his climax, his jaw tight before he starts to relax. Slowly putting me back on the cupboard, his hands run up and down my back as he kisses me softly.
“Well, that’s a new way to get me through the afternoon slump…” I tell him with a laugh, and he grins.
“I’m at your service. I like seeing you like this during the day.” He kisses me again. Taking his time. Like he isn’t finished with me. He never is. The oven bell chimes, reminding me of my croissants and the work I need to be doing.
“Hmmm, my time’s up, isn’t it?” It’s him biting his lip this time, and I smack him playfully on the chest.
“For now…” I tease as we sort ourselves out, and I race to pull the tray out of the oven.
“Ouch!” I burn myself in the rush, and in an instant, Griffin is at my back, moving my body to the sink, running the cold water, trapping me between his body and the bench.
“Déjà vu.” I giggle through the pain as he kisses my neck from behind. It feels like so long ago since we were here at this moment when we first met. But it’s been months now, our situation, our relationship all morphing into something so serious and sacred I’ve never felt so right in every step.
“I don’t like you burning yourself, baby.” He’s cute when he’s not so grumpy.
“Part of the job.”
“Do you have a few spare minutes later? We need to pop over to Sawyer's office.”
“Sure, what for?” I turn in his embrace as he turns off the tap.
“Sign the papers.”
“Papers?” I ask, head tilting.
“Get married. Legally start our family.”
A slow smile takes over my face. “Seriously?”
I never thought I’d have a big white wedding. Getting up in front of a lot of people and saying vows didn’t really appeal to me. It was something that Eden did when she got married. I saw the stress of it all, I saw the requirements that my parents had and Pastor Greg. It wasn’t something that I was overly keen to do.
“Well, I got you a bouquet. All our friends are going to meet us at the office this afternoon to witness… and I also got you this.”
He hands me a small box, and I frown, confused, before I open it and gasp.
“Take a look at the inside,” he prompts me, and I pull out the wedding band of solid diamonds and look on the inside.
I wait for the light to catch it, and then my breath hitches as I read the engraving: “My Home.”
