let you wear it while you go down on me.”
“You’ll ‘let’ me? You are so full of shit.”
He grinned. “I try.” He squeezed my hips, and his face got more serious. “I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah,” I said with a nod.
He kissed me again and headed to his car.
He waved as he got behind the wheel, and I was reminded that I needed to get in my own vehicle and get my butt to work.
As I started my car and headed down my driveway, I thought about the change in my relationship with Griffin. I didn’t know if we were going to continue to sleep with each other or what would happen when we stopped, and I decided I would worry about that later.
Twenty
Griffin
Wednesday evening, I was waiting for Madeline to show when two of my old friends came in.
I had met Caleb and Blake in little league. They were both older than me, but we had stayed friends throughout the years, even when Caleb had gone to Europe for a year and Blake had moved to Las Vegas for a while.
“Hey,” I greeted them. “Table or bar?”
“Bar’s fine,” Caleb said.
“Nothing big on your mind?” I asked. Whenever one of us needed more privacy, we would get a table to be farther away from accidental eavesdroppers.
“Nah,” Caleb said as he sat down. “Life’s good.”
“And you, Blake?”
“Nothing new for me,” he said, taking a seat beside Caleb.
“The usual?” I asked them.
They both said yes, and I slid their beers over to them. “I wasn’t expecting to see either of you tonight.”
“Last-minute visit. I can only stay for a beer before I have to get home.”
“Sloan won’t let you stay out late, huh?” Blake asked him.
Caleb frowned. “No. My brother’s coming over.”
“Oh.”
I laughed. “Poor Blake. He just wants to give someone shit.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Keep it up, and you’ll be my next target.”
I just grinned back.
The door opened again, and Madeline walked through. “Hey, guys,” she said before coming around and sitting by Blake. I would have preferred she sat down next to Caleb, the married guy.
I pulled out a beer and set it in front of her. “Happy one-week anniversary,” I told her.
Caleb leaned forward around Blake. “One week? For what?”
Madeline looked at me, confused.
“For breaking up with that asshole, Harris.”
She laughed and picked up her beer. “I’ll drink to that. Good riddance.”
“This sounds like a good story,” Blake said.
“Meh. He blew off my birthday and didn’t even remember what day it was.”
Blake and Caleb winced.
“Ouch,” Blake said.
“Oh, and happy late birthday,” Caleb added.
“Yeah, happy late birthday,” Blake said. “I hope you had fun.”
“Thanks. I did.” Madeline swung her stool in my direction and smiled at me.
While I’d known her for years, this particular smile was new to me. But it didn’t take a genius to guess what she was thinking about.
Sex.
Madeline was thinking about sex.
And now, so was I.
I maintained eye contact while I reached down and adjusted myself since I was hard. The bar hid everything lower torso and down, but she was a smart girl. She could figure out exactly what I was doing.
“Griff?” she said in an almost-too-innocent voice.
“Yeah?”
“I need to talk to you in your office. Do you have a minute?”
“Uh-oh, Griffin’s in trouble,” Blake joked.
I shook my head at the ridiculous statement.
“No, he’s not in trouble. It’s just private. Between best friends,” Madeline said and slid off her stool.
“I’m so hurt, Griffy. I thought I was your best friend.”
I took the rag I had on my shoulder and tossed it on the bar. “Blake, you know I have better taste than that,” I joked and headed back toward my office.
Madeline had already gone up ahead of me.
I pushed open the door, and the room was dark, except for the night-light I kept in the corner.
I reached for the light switch, but I was yanked inside by my shirt and slammed against the door before I could reach it.
I hoped nobody came to see if we were okay.
Madeline’s mouth was immediately on mine as she went after my pants. The woman was fast—I had to give her that—because she had my dick out and in her hands before I could put more thoughts together.
She squeezed me once, and then her lips were gone, and so was she.
I looked down to see her on her knees and her mouth swallowing my cock.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Watching and feeling my best friend suck on me was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my