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His lean, well-muscled body was the perfection Darcy had known it would be, but she suddenly recalled an important detail. “I sure hope we don’t have to send out for condoms.”
“They’re in the drawer in the nightstand to your left, but we don’t need them yet,” Griffin assured her. He stretched out to lick her navel, then slid his hands under her bottom to angle her hips toward his mouth. “You smell so good, and I’ll bet you taste even better.”
Darcy had sprinkled on the pumpkin pie spice liberally, but doubted she would taste like a pie. Then his tongue trailed the length of her cleft, and she ceased to worry over being confused with a dessert. He knew just where to touch her, and when he again slid his fingers inside to caress her in time with his tender lapping, she grabbed hold of his hair to press him closer still.
She remembered her first glimpse of him, but she’d never dreamed a week later she would be shoving him into his bed. As the rush to climax built, she moaned way back in her throat and tilted her hips to lure him deeper. Her whole body throbbed with an aching need for release, but he slowed his pace to prolong the sweet torture, then quickened it again to send her tumbling over the edge.
A wave of heated ecstasy swept through her, warming her clear to her fingertips and toes, but Griffin gave her no time to drift on pleasure. Instead, he grabbed a condom and dipped into her, slowly stretching her until she was completely filled. He spared her the burden of his weight as he thrust deeply, then rolled over to bring her up on top.
His eyes were half-closed, and Darcy loved being able to gauge his reaction as she rolled her hips to ride him. She reached back between his legs to tickle his balls with the tip of her nail and felt him pitch beneath her. She slid her nails up his belly and began a sweet circular dance that swiftly flooded her with renewed desire.
Griffin reached for the spot where their bodies joined and rubbed her in time with her own sensuous rocking. He had amazing control, and thrust up into her until, with a convulsive shudder, he came and pulled her into bliss along with him.
Exhausted by their shared rapture, Darcy lay sprawled across his chest, unable to do more than offer a grateful moan. Joyously relaxed, she fell asleep convinced she’d died and gone to heaven.
Chapter Six
“Darcy,” Griffin whispered. When she failed to stir, he set the breakfast tray on the nightstand and shook her shoulder gently.
“Come on, Darcy. It’s time to wake up.”
Darcy recognized his voice and smiled in her dreams. She rolled over and snuggled down into her pillow.
Griffin sat on the side of the bed and rubbed her back in gentle circles. “I really hate to wake you, but you’ll be furious with me if I don’t.”
His touch felt so good, Darcy twisted slightly to encourage more, but she remained fast asleep. Then Griffin nibbled her ear, and she raised a hand to bat him away.
“Darcy,” Griffin called more insistently. “Wake up, sugar. It’s time for breakfast.”
Darcy yawned sleepily, rolled toward him and opened one eye. “What time is it?” she asked in a sleepy slur.
“One o’clock.”
“One!” Darcy sat up and yanked the sheet over her bare breasts. “One o’clock in the afternoon? Why didn’t you wake me sooner? I should have been at Defy the World by ten.”
Griffin was dressed as he had been earlier, and not a hair was out of place. “Don’t panic. I called Christy Joy and told her our meeting was taking longer than you’d anticipated.”
Darcy shoved her hands through her hair, leaving it spiked in wild disarray. “Oh great, what did she say?”
Griffin reached for the tray and placed it on her lap. “She said you deserved some time off and to take as long as you need. But I knew you’d not want me to let you sleep until dark.”
There was a rose on the tray, half a grapefruit and an avocado omelet that was still steaming. She’d never had a man bring her breakfast in bed, and she had to blink away her tears. She quickly reached for her fork and took a bite of omelet. It melted in her mouth.
“This is delicious. For a man who’s always lived in hotels, you’ve learned to cook with remarkable speed.”
Griffin shrugged slightly. “I’ll admit the first couple weren’t up to that standard, but they tasted just as good.”
“You’re an absolute marvel, Mr. Moore, but where did you get the rose?”
“I climbed a neighbor’s fence.”
Darcy’s eyes widened. “You didn’t!”
“I figured they wouldn’t miss it, but you’ll not tell on me, will you?”
Darcy shook her head. He’d obviously been awake for hours, but she was so amused by the theft of a rose from his neighbor’s yard that she couldn’t be angry with him for not waking her.
“Your secret’s safe with me. Now, as delicious as this is, I need to get to work.”
