20 Questions

Chapter 128

Griffin.

I drop my weapons and jump up, running over to him and launching my arms around his neck. He jerks me to him and holds my trembling body with his massive, tattoo-covered arms.

"Is it clear?"

"As far as I can tell," he answers, the relief coming immediately.

I let out the breath I was holding in and release my death grip on him. He stares at me and I stare right back. I don't know if I want to hug him, slap him for leaving me in here so long, thank him for keeping me out of harm's way or kiss his mouth until he is out of breath.

I do none of the above.

I just continue to stare back at him. His chest is heaving and his pupils dilate. The adrenaline is coursing through his body and his eyes ignite. I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his body and pulling him to me. I tuck my head into his neck and breathe him in, thankful that he is ok. That we are ok.

"You scared me," I whisper.

"We're ok, little girl," he reassures me.

His voice is strained and I hadn't noticed before, but his hands are on my behind, holding me to him. A surge runs through me, the rush from the impending danger and the feel of his body next to mine. If I was fired up before, it just amplified by a thousand. My groin throbs, my skin glistens and all I want is a release from this insanity.

Do I want Griffin?

Yes, I very much do, but I would never go there because I love my husband.

The longer we stay like this, the more agonizing it is for the both of us. I need to find a release - not with Griffin - because if I don't, I'm afraid of what may happen. The danger has kicked up my endorphins and I have a heavy pulsation between my legs I need to attend to.

"I need a couple minutes to myself," I sigh.

"Are you ok?" he asks, his large hands holding firm on my back end.

"I need to...you know," I admit with flushed cheeks.

"Can I watch?" he asks with a wicked smirk on his face.

"Not gonna happen, big boy."

His jaw tenses as he lowers me to the ground. I straighten my clothes and walk over to find my buzzy little pink friend, picking up the box and hiding it behind my back. Griffin doesn't even try to hide his amusement.

"I don't know why you need that thing when you got me," he says with a wink. "I could satisfy you in ways you've never dreamed of."

"Get out, Griffin."

He ignores me, stepping closer, and as the distance lessens, my heart is performing a drum solo in my chest. His eyes peruse my body top to bottom with a gritty intensity. He licks his lips and I swallow the extra moisture that pools in my mouth.

"That tiny little vibrator could never compare to my thick fingers pumping in and out of you."

"G-get out, Griffin."

"You're stuttering, little girl. Are you thinking about my hand on your pussy?"

His voice has dropped an octave, gravelly and determined. So deep, like a nine point five on the Richter scale, the kind of quake I feel deep in my belly and lower. His eyes are penetrating, fierce and dark. As if they are trying to undress me with some type of magnetic force. I compel myself to look past him so I don't get sucked up in his vortex.

"Get out, Griffin."

He closes the distance completely before he reaches around my head and tangles his fingers in my locks. He pulls my head back so I am looking directly in his sultry eyes. The steady thumping between my legs grows with each pass of his breath across my lips.