Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“N-no. I understand.”
“Good. Now, get the fuck out of here.”
He bumps into the table again, this time nearly knocking over their drinks. The couple manage to keep their glasses from falling and cast a dirty look at Bryson and then at me. I flash them a crooked grin and watch as the professor scurries out the door.
I turn to Grace and ask, “Are you okay?”
She nods. “Yeah. I’m good. Like I said before, a girl can get used to having a bodyguard.”
I look around the restaurant to find that everybody’s staring at us. Our waitress walks over to us, an apologetic look on her face. She doesn’t need to tell me that it’s time for us to go. I give her enough money for the bill and a healthy tip before reaching out for Grace’s hand.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say.
“Good idea.”
11
GRACE
“So, let me get this straight, he’s been creeping on you all semester?”
I nod. “Yeah. He just stares at me in class or shows up when I’m in the student union. He asks all these inappropriate questions and wants me to come by after office hours when it’s just going to be us. It’s … it’s creepy.”
“Have you ever gone to his boss about this? I mean, what he’s doing is totally inappropriate,” he says. “And you’re probably not the only one he’s doing that to.”
“I just haven’t wanted to cause any trouble. I mean, he’s in charge of my grades, and I can’t afford to damage my GPA,” I tell him. “I figured I’d just keep putting him off and get through the semester then maybe say something.”
He frowns but nods. “Yeah. I get it.”
We’re sitting on the sofa in Griffin’s loft. It’s a large, industrial-type space made of distressed red brick with exposed pipes overhead and a row of cantilever windows along one wall. He’s got a space with body bags and weights to work out, the living room area we’re in now, a large granite island and behind that, a galley-style kitchen, and his sleeping area behind a silk screen. It’s a nice place, and even more surprising to me, it’s immaculate. He keeps a really nice house. Almost obsessively so. It’s just one more thing on the list of Griffin’s surprising traits.
“Anyway, thanks for running him off,” I say. “I have a feeling he’s not going to bother me again after that.”
“You never know. Creeps like him can be persistent,” he replies. “Just make sure you keep your eyes open when you’re around that guy.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Good girl.”
A mischievous grin on my lips, I hike up my skirt and climb into Griffin’s lap, straddling him as I lean down and kiss him. His tongue is soft and still tastes like the wine he had with dinner. Griffin’s hands are rough as they cup my ass, squeezing it as he kisses me with a passion that nearly steals my breath. I feel his cock growing stiff against my center, and I writhe against it, rubbing my clit against him. Griffin swallows my shuddering moan as I tease myself.
His hands slide up my back, and I feel him twine his fingers through my hair. Then he yanks my head back hard enough to make me wince. But then he kisses my neck, gently nipping at my skin with his teeth, sending warm shudders of pleasure coursing through me. I raise my arms as Griffin slides my sweater off and tosses it aside. He kisses the tops of my breasts and deftly unhooks my bra, which quickly joins my sweater on the floor. A low groan passes my lips as he squeezes my breasts and flickers his tongue over my nipples.
“Yes, baby,” I moan.
He cups my chin in his hand, looking me in the eye. “Daddy,” he says, his voice low and hoarse. “You call me Daddy, you dirty little girl.”
The heat in his voice makes me wet, and I grind myself against him even harder. I smile at him seductively.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. “I am your dirty little girl.”
Griffin raises his hips and wiggles out of his pants, liberating his long, thick cock. Quickly jumping to my feet, I shimmy out of my panties and toss them aside, then sit back down on his lap again. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his dick, squeezing it until he gasps. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me into another fiery kiss. His tongue lashes mine as I stroke his cock and rub the head of it against my button, sending bolts of electricity firing through my veins. Raising myself up, I slip the head of his dick between my dripping wet pussy, but he pulls himself away.
“Not yet,” he says.
“Please, Daddy. I need you inside of me.”
“Not until I say you can.”
I pout. “Please, Daddy. I need to feel you.”