“God, Griffin.”
His gaze flashed between the road and her, his mirrors and her, and the road and her again. He turned off the music so that only her breathing and the wet sounds of her hand’s movements filled the luxury sedan.
And then it was all too much. “May I please come, Sir? May I please come?”
“God, yes, Kenna. Come. And know that I’m gonna be on you the second I park this goddamned car.”
It only took two more strokes of her clit, and then she was coming and arching and gasping. Kenna was barely in her right mind when Griffin grasped her left wrist and brought her hand to his mouth. He sucked her fingers off one by one by one, and she was sure it wouldn’t take much for her to come again.
And then he parked in the last, back corner spot of the garage beneath her building.
“Get out. Stay on your side. And bend over the fucking hood.” He wrenched out of the driver’s door without waiting for her to answer.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, rushing to get out but careful not to hit his door on the concrete wall. The garage was empty—they hadn’t seen a soul as they’d come in, but that didn’t mean no one would come. And it set her body on fire.
Wearing only her shirt and tall, wedge sandals, Kenna bent over the still-warm hood of the Audi.
“Hands behind your back,” he gritted out. She laid her forearms across her lower back. He was standing so close that the denim of his jeans scraped her ass as he bared his hips.
Griffin penetrated her in one fast movement as his hands grasped her wrist and held her arms immobilized. She screamed out and arched.
“Quiet, Kenna. Don’t make a fucking sound. Just take my cock.” He smacked her ass. “It made me so damn hard watching you get off. I can’t go slow.”
“Don’t,” she moaned. “Give me everything.”
And he did. Holding her tight, her breasts smashed to the smooth metal, he absolutely drilled into her. It was desperate and urgent and so freaking good that she was begging to come.
“No,” he growled. “Wait for me. Wait for me or you won’t like what happens.”
“Sir!” she rasped.
“Wait!” he barked out, taking her harder, bearing his weight down on her. The sounds of their smacking skin echoed through the garage. “Wait.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” She wanted to cry, because she was going to fail him. She couldn’t. It was too good.
“Master, please...”
He came on a roar that her whole building might’ve heard, and then she was coming and coming until Griffin and the car were all that held her up. “Fuck, Kenna, when you call me that...”
Shaking off the haze of bliss, Kenna tried to make sense of his comment. And then she realized exactly what she’d said. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean—”
Withdrawing, he whipped her around and devoured her with a kiss. “Don’t ever apologize for calling me yours, Kenna. I know we’re not there yet, but it can’t be any secret to you that that’s where my heart is heading.”
His words stole all the air in the room. “Oh,” was all she could say, her brain not able to process just how meaningful that admission was just then.
And he didn’t seem to mind, because he sank to a crouch with his face lined up to her pussy. “I’ll clean you up.”
His mouth fell against her core, and his tongue pushed between her lips. He forced her legs wider, and Kenna nearly screamed when he penetrated her with his tongue. The fact that he didn’t mind that their come was mingled between her legs felt decadent and raunchy and dirty, and it just ratcheted her arousal right back up again. As his mouth feasted on her cunt, his hands wander to her breasts and pinched her nipples, his fingers staying tight like clamps.
And Kenna came violently, shaking and moaning and sliding down the front quarter panel until she was in his lap.
Griffin held her for long, tender minutes, and then he helped her get dressed
And Kenna could only marvel at the fact that she seemed to be getting everything that she ever wanted and so much she never even knew to hope for.
Which meant she really didn’t understand the little, nagging ball of anxiety that lived in the center of her chest. And wouldn’t seem to go away.