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“Good girl.”
Since I can’t drive my cock inside her without protection, I use three of my fingers to ravish her, fucking her and making her feel good. Meanwhile, I fit my cock in the groove between her ass cheeks and move against her.
For a moment, she feels like mine. My girl.
Now everyone’s going to know what an amazing man Griffin is. And he’s all mine.
I didn’t know econ professors were so well connected! I should start trolling campuses to get me a hot sexy econ prof!
Sometimes things just magically happen to bring a smile and some joy. Like how I met the Midnight God and then met Griffin. It’s like the universe just knew what I needed.
Questioning my good fortune would be ungrateful. Like Griffin said, when something amazing happens, I should just say, “Thank you.”
I’m touched and amazed he’s remembered everything I said I wanted and liked and then made it happen. I’ve never been in a relationship like this. Even though we started as a kind of sham, it’s turned into something else. Especially when I can imagine myself with him years and years from now, still having fun and being happy.
Griffin didn’t complain even once the entire time I was shopping, and I feel slightly guilty. If I were here with most other guys I’ve dated, I would’ve heard some complaints—or at least an obvious hint that he was getting bored.
“Okay, so when did you learn Japanese?”
“When I was younger.”
“Obviously. But ho...
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“Mm… Eight, ...
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“I don’t know how you can be so blasé about something as cool as knowing Japanese. Are there any other surpri...
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“No. But I have some other ...
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“L...
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“French, German, Italian, Spanish and...
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“That is so cool. Did you live in Japan, too? Is that why you speak it?”
“No. One of my brothers likes anime, and he insisted on learning it with me.”
“You have bro...
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“Yes. Six of...
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My blood’s been simmering since we left the hotel this morning. I was turned on watching her pick out stationery and pens, for God’s sake. But it was impossible not to be when she was enjoying herself so much. The subtle flush of her cheeks reminded me of how she looked in bed last night, and in the shower.
She’s been beaming all day, pulling all my attention toward her. I can’t look away when she smiles, the purple in her eyes glimmering with pleasure. It suddenly hits me that the reason I can’t take my eyes away is that she’s incapable of hiding how she feels. She doesn’t look at the world with the cynical indifference common among those trying to appear cool and important. She glows like the sun. Being in her presence makes everything brighter, warmer and more…wonderful. She leans closer, resting her head against my shoulder, and sighs softly with happiness. I lean down and kiss her,
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Perhaps next time. The thought slides into my head so easily that I stop for a second. It’s as though I want our relationship to go on. Nothing in my gut feels bad about it. Actually, it feels right that we stay together. The sex and everything else say a relationship with Sierra would be nothing like what I’ve had before.
She’s special.
I have feelings for him—I want him to be in my life as a real boyfriend, rather than just a placeholder to repel my leechlike ex-husband.
“You’re Purple Girl?”
“Purple Girl?”
“That’s what I called you insi...
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The Midnight God. Oh my God! The Midnight God is Griffin!
Something about the situation leaves me shaken to the core. I thought I’d never run into him again. I told myself I’d consider it a sign—fate—if we did. But we did—we have—and I didn’t even realize it! We crossed paths at Ted’s birthday party. Then again when he came to Silicone Dream to do the case. Again, when he came over to my place and saw what Todd did and decided to move in with me for a few weeks to keep me safe until my ex-husband gave up.
It’s like fate has decided to beat me in the face with Griffin until I figure out he’s not a fluke. He’s a keeper. You don’t keep orbiting each ot...
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“No. You could never embarrass me.” I claim Sierra’s mouth in a hot kiss, directing her focus to something more productive and fun. It’s our last night in Tokyo, and we should make it memorable.
My cycle is highly irregular, so I try to track it just in case it’s important for my doctor to know to make a diagnosis.
It’s nice to skip a period or two, but it isn’t exactly normal… Is it? Even though I’m irregular, I always have one at least every six weeks.
There’s no way I’m losing to a tiny cluster of misbehaving cells.
Less than fifteen minutes later, I know that my world will never be the same again. I’m most definitely pregnant. With triplets.
People say they don’t care who you’re related to. That’s a lie. Ask any family member of a serial killer.
His sneakers have been with him longer than any girlfriend.
Her purple dress reminds me of our night in New Orleans, where we had our first scorching encounter. Actually, everything about her reminds me of tangled sheets—even if her smile also reminds me of a sunbeam breaking through a cloudy sky. No matter my mood, it’s hard to be glum when she smiles.
“If he ever sings for you, you’ll know he loves you.”
a man can lie except the eyes and penis.
“And you have me.”
Wow. That wasn’t what I thought she was going to say. So my guys are that persistent and strong, huh? It gives me an absurd sense of pride.
Griffin holds me all night, caressing my still-flat belly. I lay my hand over his, needing the physical connection and comfort of touch. He said all the right words, the kind any woman in my situation would be happy to hear. But something still bothers me all night. It’s nothing overt—more like that unease you get when you can’t remember if you turned off the stove before leaving home. But even as the mild apprehension lingers, I can’t put my finger on why.
Saying it out loud, I realize what’s been bugging me. It’s the fact that Griffin also said he’d do the right thing for the babies.
“I don’t want him to propose because of the babies. I want him to propose because he sees a future with me. Growing old together.”
“I hope Griffin is the one I can still hold hands and dance under the stars with when both of us have gone gray,”
I want Griffin to want to be with me—to be my family because he loves me the way I am and because being with me makes him as happy as I am with him.”
“I doubt men get turned on by looking at the inside of a vagina. Or at least it can’t be a common kink. Otherwise every porn site would have it.”
