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Griffin

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I carry the washcloth that I found in her bathroom back to the bed. I ran it under warm water so I could soothe her pussy. I took everything I could from her after she came.

I flipped her over, drove my hands into her hips to pin her to the bed and I fucked her hard until we both came.

“Piper?” I whisper her name against her cheek.

She’s on her side in the middle of her bed, her brown hair a halo around her face. She’s flushed, and her breathing is unsteady.

“I can’t move,” she says softly without opening her eyes.

I laugh as I kiss her cheek. “Roll over, baby. Get on your back.”

She sighs and I can’t tell if it’s from the sound of my voice or my command. She acquiesces, stretching out her long limbs before she rolls over, revealing every inch of her perfect body.

I lower the cloth to her pussy, sliding it along the sensitive folds, holding it against her tender flesh.

“You’re not too tired to come again are you?” I gaze into her vibrant green eyes. Their depth is immeasurable and with the small amount of light being cast from the lamp on the bedside table, her face is captivating.

“Never.” She parts her legs even further.

I take it as an invitation and toss the washcloth on the bedside table before I crawl into place, my lips skimming over the fleshy mound before I flatten my tongue against her clit.

She’s sweet and wet.

I lick her slowly, savoring the taste and each of the small sounds she makes.

When her hands drop to my hair, I moan against her, sucking the swollen bud of nerves into my mouth.

Her lips circle, coaxing me to keep going. I do. I lick, I suck and when I slide two long fingers into her, she moans loudly, my name wrapped into the sound.

I close my eyes when I feel her tense against me and when she comes, I groan from her release, my need to have more and the feeling that after tonight, I’m never going to be the same again.

***

I left Piper’s place after I ate her pussy. I wanted much more. I wanted to slide my cock into her again. I wanted to shoot my load down her throat, but she fell asleep.

I couldn’t wake her a second time, so I got dressed, kissed her goodbye and on my way home on the subway, I sent her a text message telling her how much I wanted to see her again.

It might have sounded desperate or edging on pathetic but my cock was essentially driving my every move by that point.

I was still hard when I got home, but I didn’t jack off. I couldn’t. I’m saving it for Piper.

“Griffin?” Gabriel Foster walks into his office.

I turn at the sound of his voice and wave my hand. “Gabe.”

“What are you doing here?” He smiles.

I push myself to my feet. I was directed to sit after his assistant told me he was in a meeting and I’d have to wait if I wanted to talk to him.

I could have done the deed on the phone, but I haven’t seen Gabriel in months. Our friendship is solid, but it’s limited to fleeting phone calls and the occasional email now that he’s preparing for next year’s spring lines for all of his collections.

“Because I’ve missed your pretty face?” I deadpan.

He laughs. He’s a good-looking guy although I’m not a judge on how attractive another man is. He’s taller than me with dark hair and eyes.

“I’ve missed you too.” He pats me on the shoulder as he passes me on his way to the chair behind his desk.

I sit back down anxious to get this over with. I have another stop to make before I put in a full day at my office, so I need to get Rufus a place in the London fashion week show now.

“So there’s this male model named Rufus...” My voice trails when I realize I have no idea what the fuck Rufus’s surname is.

“Rufus Jones?”

Jones? Seriously?

I instantly wonder if he’s related to Rocco Jones. He’s a friend of Dylan’s who consistently beat me at poker every week until I bailed on the games.

“Blond, tall, he looks like he should live on a surfboard,” I offer.

Gabriel raises a brow while he opens a file folder on his desk. He rifles through a stack of headshots before he tugs one free and turns it to face me. “Is this the guy you’re talking about?”

I glance down at a studio shot of Rufus with much shorter hair and a beaming smile on his face. “That’s him.”

“What about him?” Gabriel leans back in his chair.

“He wants in on that fashion show you’re doing in London.” I shake my head. How the hell did I end up here pitching Rufus’s case? “Have you got a place for him?”

He narrows his gaze. “Is he a friend?”

I huff out a laugh. “No, I wouldn’t call him a friend.”

“How do you know him?” There’s a hint of amusement in his tone.

I scratch the side of my nose. I might as well fess up. Gabriel will get a kick out of it, and with any luck, Rufus will land a job. “I’m enrolled in an art class. Rufus is the model.”

That pulls a hearty laugh from Gabriel. It’s enough to draw his head back. “You’re not taking that nude figure class he’s been posing for, are you?”

“I am.”

He studies me for a second. “That’s a good step forward, Griffin. I’m proud of you.”

I swallow past the lump in my throat. I thought he’d take the opportunity to rib me about it, but he’s a gentleman, he always sees below the surface.

I shift the subject back to the reason for my visit. “Do you think you can fit Rufus into your London show?”

“If you want him in London, I’ll make it happen.” He stands and buttons his suit jacket. “Let’s meet for dinner next week. Isla’s been telling me she has a friend she wants to set you up with.”

Gabriel’s wife is a charmer and a fierce romantic. She wants everyone to live the same happily-ever-after she’s living.

“I’m seeing someone,” I say with a smile. “Someone amazing, Gabriel.”

His expression softens. “You’re full of good news today. I can’t wait to meet her. She must be incredible.”

“You have no idea.” I grin before I shake his hand and head out of his office.