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The expression on Griffin’s face when she asked that question made her insides turn to jelly. The man was a s*x god and he didn’t seem to really know it. He just did what he did—touched her the way she craved, made her come so hard—just from his hand—made her feel beautiful, sexy, extraordinary—just by the way he looked at her.
She wanted to give him at least a taste of what he’d given her.
“Hang on,” he said gruffly. Leaving her, he stepped out of his pants and strode into the bathroom, where he must have left his travel bag. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from his ass as he walked. Those firm muscles moving under the cotton of his briefs were pretty much the sexiest thing she’d ever seen—other than the way he’d looked with his dress shirt open over his chest, exposing the dark swi
