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feel his cock, long and hard against
her, and she felt a twinge of pain for leaving him high and dry. She could give
him something else. A hand job or blowjob. But that wasn’t what she wanted. Not
her first time with Griff. Especially if it turned out to be her only time with
Griff.
    “How about this? We go get out of these clothes and into
something to sleep in and I’ll share your bed tonight. No sex.” She reiterated
when his eyes lit up like Christmas lights. “But if you like to cuddle, I’ll
let you spoon me.”
    He heaved a sigh but smiled nonetheless. “Sounds like a
plan.”
    He rose off her and held his hand out to help her up. It was
nice to be with a guy she had to look up to. And he didn’t seem turned off or
disgusted by her height. In fact, it didn’t seem to bother him at all. He
reached down and picked up her duffle bag with his other hand and tugged her
down a hall to what was his bedroom.
    He didn’t turn a light on, just nudged the door open and she
could see a night light or dimmer had been left on in his bathroom.
    “You have a night light?”
    Griff laughed and she felt it wrap around her, caressing her
nipples and clit and making them ache with need.
    “I knew I’d be out late. The lights are too bright in here.
So I always set the dimmer in the bathroom.”
    She nodded. He pushed the door open and sat her bag inside.
“Go ahead and use this one. I’ll head to the one down the hall.”
    She stood for a moment, just catching her breath after he
left. What was she thinking? She had people after her. People with a vendetta
against her dad and, just possibly, the means to get to her and kill her.
Knowledge was power though, and she had it now. She knew who they were, why
they were after her. And she had Mr. Madigan. She believed he would do all in
his power to keep her safe. But would it be enough?
    She looked in the mirror and kept watching as she tugged the
zipper down and let her dress fall to the floor. Her breasts were cupped and
lifted in her strapless bra. She could see how hard her nipples were, feel the
ache as they rubbed with every movement she made against the lace cup of her
bra. Her panties were low on her hips, a swath of lace that matched her bra.
    She looked good. Maybe it was a good thing she’d met Griff
when she was cleaned up and looking utterly feminine. He wanted her. The lust
in his eyes every time he looked at her had her heart beating fast and
butterflies nesting in her tummy. She wanted him too. So what was she doing?
She was going to share his bed and only cuddle? Maybe the clothes had gone to
her fucking head. She wasn’t normally a cuddle-me type. She was a rough, hard
fuck with lots of moaning and groaning kind of girl.
    And what if she didn’t make it? What if the worst happened
and she died? She’d never know what it would feel like to have him between her
thighs, filling her with his cock and fucking her until neither of them wanted
to move. She wanted to experience that. She needed it. Maybe Vince had hurt
something inside her with his manipulation of her. He hadn’t wanted her, only
wanted to use her. But Griff wanted her, and she needed to feel wanted.
    She spent the next few minutes freshening up but left her
lacy bits on. She’d heard him enter the bedroom, knew he was already there, on
the other side of the door. It was now or never. She left the bathroom light
on, only dimming it down before pushing the door open and stepping into the
doorway.
    She heard him catch his breath, the creak of the bed as he
moved. Then he was there, in front of her and his eyes were devouring her. His
chest was bare and she loved the solid shape of it, so broad and muscular. He
had the sexiest arms she’d ever seen on a man, and she’d seen her fair share.
He wore a pair of boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the length and width of
his excitement. Now she was the one catching her breath and panting for air.
    “Either you have a really wicked sense of humor and