Page 26 of The Wrong Sister
My voice is humiliatingly small. “You’re telling me not only did you never notice me, but you didn’t even know that I noticed you?”
“Is this something I should have known?” This has gone from sexy banter to plain old embarrassing. I go back into his bedroom, perching on the edge of the bed, wanting to wrap up in his bedding and hide while knowing it’s too late for that. What’s the point when I’ve already bared too much emotionally? He walks out, looking confused, and stops in front of me. “What am I missing here, Meens?”
“It’s embarrassing. Could we rewind back to getting out of the shower and ignore all my mouth noises?”
“Nope. Explain, please.”
I sigh. There’s no point in keeping it to myself now. “I’ve had a crush on you for, like, our entire lives!”
“You have?” He gets this cute little wrinkle between his dark brows and his genuine confusion feels like ice pooling in my stomach.
“Your shock makes this feel even worse. And I didn’t think that was possible.” I drop my head into my hands. “I’vealwaysthought you were hot.”
“So when we met again, at work?”
“Salivating. Wanted to rip off your perfectly pressed shirt and lick your muscles.”
His eyes widen. “Oh. Fuck. Me too. You were leaning over that table and all I could think about was pushing your skirt up to your waist.”
“Mmmm.” I imagine that scenario. “We could do that sometime.” His eyes widen even more and my favorite appendage stands at attention. I don’t want to think about being invisible or second best any longer. “Well hello,” I whisper, stroking his velvety skin.
“Mina…” Griffin starts but I shush him.
“Shhh, I’m talking to my new friend. I hope he and I are going to be very well acquainted. Now,” I stroke down to the base again, watching Griff’s abs tighten in response. I pause what I was saying to lean forward and lick a line between those taut muscles, making him shudder. “You interrupted us before, Griff, and this time I need you to hush. Can you do that?” I look up through my lashes at him and he’s staring down at me, heat in his eyes. “And no touching.”
I run the flat of my tongue along the underneath of his cock, from root to tip. A light swirl around it, then I suck the tip into my mouth, lapping at him with my tongue. I keep to soft, teasing touches until those delicious muscles are clenching again, then slide him in deeper, moving down and sucking back up rhythmically. He’s too big, leaving me to add my hands underneath. I moan, having another “pinch me” moment at the sight of Griffin naked and at my mercy, and he groans, reaching for my hair. I pop him back out of my mouth.
“No. Touching.”
“Don’t stop, Mina. Please?”
I smirk. “Begging will get you everywhere, Mr. Simms. Now keep your hands to yourself.”
I suck down, bringing him to the back of my throat. Griffin lets out another involuntary, impossibly sexy noise, clenching his fists at his sides. Then, because I can, I slow back down, tapping and humming against him, taking him deeper and moving faster only to slow back down again.
“Fuck! You’re evil!” I lock eyes with him, pouting with lips pressed to his tip.
“You don’t like this?” Darting my tongue out, circling it around slowly until his eyes involuntarily close. I take him all the way in again, sucking and licking in a slow, even rhythm. His breathing is ragged and I take it up another notch, cupping his balls and squeezing. He exhales sharply and I can feel he’s close. Here I can be powerful. Here I can, even for a finite amount of time, ensure he isn’t thinking about anyone else. I increase my speed, sucking, licking, and stroking him to climax. He empties himself into my mouth, groaning my name and I’m filled with satisfaction. I stand up as he collapses back on the bed and rifle through his closet, finding a t-shirt (seriously, I think he irons his t-shirts like a fucking adorable weirdo!) and he stretches out one long leg, hooking me with one of his feet, trying to pull me backward.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t put on clothes.”
“Why?”
“If you’re dressed, I can’t look at you naked.”
“Ah, there’s that lawyer logic I’ve heard so much about.” I set the shirt aside and let him drag me down, on top of him.
“I need to stay like this for a while. I don’t think I have it in me to move after that.”
“You liked that?” I try to school my face to look unsure.
“I’m not buying that, Mina. You know quite well that you gave me the best blow job of my life. No false modesty from you.”
“Oh, I’m not modest. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“I’ll still be singing your praises on my deathbed.”
