As I hold the sweater close to my chest, I can’t shake just how thoughtful this gesture is. He actually noticed my style. Elliot never even remembered my favorite color. This realization leaves a warmth in my chest that I can’t quite explain.
“Thank you, Griffin,” I say softly, my smile genuine. “This means more to me than you know.”
He nods, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. “You’re welcome, Faye. I’m glad I could make you happy.”
And it actually feels like he means it.
“Try it on,” he says, nodding towards the sweater. “Make sure it fits.”
I hesitate for a moment, weighing the intimacy of the situation, but then decide to do it right there. I pull my shirt off over my head, revealing a lace bra and smooth skin. Griffin freezes, his breath catching as his eyes sweep over my exposed body. For a moment, he’s stunned into silence.
As I pull the sweater over my head, I look up at him with an innocent smile. “What do you think?” I ask.
Griffin clears his throat, his voice tight. “You shouldn’t change in front of me like that,” he admonishes, though his gaze betrays more than just concern.
I frown, confused by his reaction. “Why not? It’s not like you didn’t already see everything at Euphoria,” I remind him, trying to lighten the mood.
The mention of the strip club makes Griffin’s expression harden. He steps back, his jaw tightening. “That’s not the same,” he says, his words carrying a weight I can’t quite decipher.
Before I can respond, he turns abruptly and walks into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound echoes through the house, leaving me standing there in my new sweater, my heart pounding and my thoughts a jumble of emotions.
What just happened?
“Did I do something wrong?” I wonder aloud, replaying the moment in my mind. He’s the one who told me to try it on. Glancing down at the sweater, I notice it fits perfectly, hugging my curves just right. A sigh escapes my lips, and I mutter, “Maybe I shouldn’t have joked about Euphoria.”
I can’t help but think about the way Griffin looked at me. There was something in his eyes—shock, yes, but also something else. Something I don’t want to name. Why does it bother me so much that he walked out? I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts.
I bite my lip, feeling conflicted. I don’t want tension between us, especially since he’s been nothing but kind to me since I moved in. I decide to go and apologize, hoping to clear the air and make things right.
9
GRIFFIN
Isit on the edge of my bed, my head in my hands. The image of Faye in that bra won’t leave me alone. Her smooth skin, the soft lace against her curves, her innocent smile...it consumes me. I’m so hard that it hurts. My thoughts churn, berating myself for letting my feelings spiral out of control.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath. “She’s Elliot’s ex. She’s staying here because she has nowhere else to go. What the hell is wrong with me?”
But no matter how hard I try to fight it, the image of Faye remains imprinted in my mind. It’s clear I have to do something about it.
It’s not like I can walk around with a hard-on.
With a deep sigh, I lean back against the headboard and unbuckle my pants, taking out my erection. It’s been years since I’ve had to do this myself – there are plenty of women who would gladly take care of it for me. But none of them matter now. All I want is her – my son’s ex-girlfriend. The forbidden fruit.
As I begin to touch myself, I’m transported to another world. A world where I can reach out and caress Faye’s silky skin, where I can explore every inch of her body without judgment or consequence. In this world, she’s mine – and only mine.
“God, Faye,” I whisper, my voice strained as I stroke myself harder and faster. With each movement, I imagine the sweet sound of her moans as I bring her pleasure. Her eyes, filled with desire instead of trust, looking up at me…callingmyname.
As I move my hands harder and faster, I think about how it might feel if it were Faye’s soft hands doing the work for me. My mind conjures up an image of her delicate fingers wrapped around me, her eyes filled with lust as she strokes me skillfully and asks me what I like.
“Fuck,” I groan lowly, my body responding to the vivid fantasy playing out in my head. I can almost feel her warm breath against my skin, teasing me with every exhale, spurring me on towards ecstasy.
“Griffin...oh, Griffin,”I imagine her moaning, her sweet voice echoing in my ears. I pull my dick harder, running my thumb across the top, my pleasure continuing to build. I know I shouldn’t be indulging in these thoughts, but they are just too powerful to resist.
“Please...touch me,” I plead, as if Faye could somehow hear my desperate cries. And even though I know it’s impossible, I can’t shake the feeling that she’s right here with me, guiding my hand towards an earth-shattering release.
But then, a faint creaking sound reaches my ears, forcing me to snap out of my lustful haze. My head jerks up, and there she is—Faye, standing just inside the doorway, her eyes wide and cheeksflushed a deep crimson. She watches me, frozen in place, her gaze locked on my hand stroking my throbbing erection.
“Fuck,” I say softly, more to myself than to her. In another world, I might have felt shame or embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position. But not now, not when all I see is the hunger in her eyes as they roam over my body.
