Written in Ink Excerpt 8
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(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan
“What are you going to do for me? Hold my hand when I try to write?”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, get over yourself, writer boy. I’m not going to look over your shoulder while you try to put words on paper because, hell, I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to writing. But I can help you with other things. First, your place is a mess. How you can breathe in here is beyond me. And I hope to God you bring your dates to their homes or a hotel or something because one look at this house and they’d run screaming.”
She shut her mouth, her eyes widening. She so did not need to think of him with his dates. Now, she could only imagine him naked above his date—who happened to be her, of course—sliding in and out of her oh so slowly, his gaze on hers, never breaking contact. He’d flex his ass as he slowly tilted his hips up, fucking her with such a sweet seduction that she’d come achingly long over his cock before he filled her, groaning her name as he fell off the high cliff along with her.
Her cheeks burned, and Griffin tilted his head, studying her. “I don’t bring my dates here. But I’d pay a whole hell of a lot to find out what just went through your mind just then, Fall.”
That brought her out of her embarrassment. “Fall? Really? Are you like twelve? I thought you were a writer. Can’t you come up with something a bit more clever?”
“I could, but I like the look on your face when I say it. It’s a mix of annoyance and laughter that I can’t quite place. So you’re stuck with that if you’re not going to just go away.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“Fine. But I don’t know what cleaning my house will do. I’m still not bringing dates here because this is my place. The one you’re currently invading. And while I’m here, I need to work, yet I don’t think you cleaning will help with that.”
“It couldn’t hurt.” The word invading irked her, but she ignored it. He’d just have to get over himself.
“You’d think. But I fired the other cleaning services because they messed with my writing time.”
“Put on headphones, then. Because I’m cleaning. And cooking because you can’t survive on coffee, takeout, and the occasional meal at a family member’s for long. You’re in your thirties. You need to take care of yourself.”
From the look of his body, good genes and working out helped, but the damn man needed vitamins, as well.
Enough thinking about his body.
