My Favorite Mistake (A Love Like That #4) - R.L. Kenderson Page 0,31
pussy clenched.
You don’t have time for morning sex, you don’t have time for morning sex, you don’t have time for morning sex.
I still had to take a shower and get ready.
“Screw it,” I said, setting my coffee down. I took Griffin’s mug from his hand and set it next to mine. “Fuck me in the shower?” I asked.
He grinned. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said and picked me up in his arms.
I squealed as he sprinted toward the bathroom.
Half an hour later, I reluctantly put on my work clothes and makeup. My limbs felt like jelly, and my mind was mush. I was going to be useless at work.
After I was finished getting ready, I went back to the kitchen with my dirty mug. Griffin had kindly brought me some coffee while I was busy making myself presentable for work.
He was my best friend for a reason after all.
“When do you have to leave?” he asked me.
I checked the time again. “Five minutes. Which is good. I thought for sure that I was going to be late when I asked you to shower with me.”
He put a hand on his chest. “Aww, and you asked me anyway.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get a big head. I like morning sex, and you were available.”
This time, he brought his fist to his chest like I had stabbed him. “The pain. It hurts.”
I pushed him out of the way and put my cup in the dishwasher. “You’ll be fine.”
He dumped out his mug in the sink and put it next to mine in the machine. “What are you doing this weekend? Are you stopping by the bar tonight?”
“I’m not sure, and maybe. I was thinking of using my birthday gift cards this weekend, so we’ll have to see if I feel like shopping.”
Griffin put on his shoes and shrugged his large arms into his coat. “Count me in.”
“You want to go to the bookstore with me?” I asked, surprised.
Griffin wasn’t much of a reader.
“Ha. No. I want to go to the lingerie store with you.”
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” Fluorescent lights were brutal on the body. I had pretty good self-esteem when it came to my looks, but I thought fluorescent lights could make the perfect woman have doubts about herself.
“After I came to your rescue?”
I picked up my purse. “Are you saying I owe you?”
I had to admit that I was grateful for Griffin’s help with Harris yesterday. And I had been pretty excited when he actually stayed for dinner and didn’t leave once to go and check on his bar. When I’d joked the other night about the bar being his wife, I had been half-serious. It took a lot to pull him away from that place.
He looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. “No. Only saying it would be nice if you took your best friend with you.”
I sighed. “I’ll think about it. But you do realize, you can’t go into the dressing room with me, so you’re not going to know what any of the stuff I try on looks like, right?”
He grinned and opened the door to the garage. “You just let me worry about that.”
I went to walk past him and stopped to shove a finger in his face. “I’m not taking pictures either and sending them to you.” I didn’t want to risk getting hacked and having embarrassing pictures of me all over the internet.
He nipped my finger. “I told you to let me worry about that.”
“Okay.” I continued into the garage and hit the door opener. I threw my purse in my car and turned around to say good-bye.
I wasn’t expecting Griffin to be right behind me, and I squeaked as he pushed me against the driver’s door. I clutched the sides of his shirt under his coat, unsure of what he was going to do.
“Have a good day at work,” he said.
“Thanks. You have a good day at work too.”
“I will now.” He leaned in and took my mouth. He kissed me deep and slow, taking his time. By the time he pulled away, I was breathless. “Thanks for the morning fuck.” He smiled. “And all the times last night.”
“You’re welcome?” I laughed. “I mean, it’s not like I got anything out of it, so you definitely owe me one.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I do. I promised you could play with my dick, and I still haven’t let you. Maybe this weekend after shopping. You can buy the sluttiest outfit, and I’ll