Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Even though he’s right, his words hit a nerve, and my defenses go up immediately. “I’m not hiding or ignoring my responsibilities. I resent you saying that. I’m here. I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. I just needed a minute, that’s all. I’m here, Griff, I know what my responsibilities are, believe me.”
There’s so much more I want to say, things I wish I could get off my chest. I want to tell him that I’d rather be home writing, doing what I love, but just like everyone else, he wouldn’t understand. Writing isn’t just a hobby for me—it’s my passion, my escape, the one thing that feels right in a world that often doesn’t.
He doesn’t say anything else and I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing at this point. He simply returns back inside and I’m left out here alone with nothing but my thoughts of the lies I’m keeping and Millie.
Work is finally over and I’m back at the only place I find peace. The only place where I find the happiness that seems to be so difficult to reach lately.
I’m back at Millie’s.
All day this is the moment I’ve been longing for. The minutes felt like hours. The hours felt like days. It’s ridiculous because it’s only been a few hours, but I’ve missed her. I’m aching for her. I’ve never felt anything like this before, it’s overwhelming in the most amazing way.
I knock on her door, my heart slamming against my chest with anticipation of seeing her.
When she opens the door, I grin and step inside, pulling her into my arms.
“Hey, you,” I say, feeling like the missing part of me is back in place.
Millie is the only person who understands me, the real me, and now that she’s back in my arms, nothing else matters. The world feels like it’s righted itself again, and I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“Hey.” She holds on tighter and it causes my pulse to race, feeling like she may have missed me just as much.
Millie pulls back, her eyes shining with a happiness I feel. “Did you eat?”
I grin as my hands slide down her back, resting on her perfectly round ass. “I’m only hungry for one thing, little bunny, and it’s not food.”
Her eyes bounce between mine as her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “I like the sound of that.”
“Tell me something. Have you been able to think about anything else today besides the fact that I will be deep inside your tight, greedy pussy tonight?”
A soft moan slips from her lips as her eyes widen, shocked and turned on by my words. It’s a heady feeling, knowing that my words alone can turn her on.
“Honestly, no,” she whispers as a blush creeps up her cheeks.
“Oh, little bunny, I love that you still feel shy even after all the things I’ve done to this perfect body of yours. It’s sexy as hell.”
I don’t let her respond, I crash my lips to hers and we both moan as our tongues tangle together. I pull her closer, pressing my hard cock against her, letting her know she makes me react just the same.
The rest of the world fades away as I deepen the kiss, every thought and worry slipping into the background. It’s just her and me, the connection between us intensifying with every brush of our lips. The way she fits perfectly against me, the way her soft breaths mingle with mine, it’s like nothing else exists.
I get lost in the warmth of her touch, the way her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat syncing with the rhythm of our kiss. Everything about this moment feels right, like it’s exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Millie has a way of making the world disappear, of making me forget about the stress, the responsibilities, and all the bullshit that comes with everyday life. With her, there’s no pressure, no expectations—just us, wrapped up in each other.
I have no problem staying lost in this moment for as long as possible, holding onto the feeling of her lips against mine, the scent of her skin, the soft sound of her sighs. This is where I want to be—where I need to be—and I’m not ready to let it go. Not yet.
Chapter 25
Millie
Is this my new normal? Is this how life is now? Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love hanging out with Tripp Atwood. In fact, I think I’m falling in love with him. The thought alone sends a thrill through me, a warm glow that’s been steadily growing over these past few weeks. But at the same time, I can’t shake the feeling that we’re stuck in a routine, like we’ve created this little bubble around us and never venture outside of it.