Page 251 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
Justin moved so he was sitting next to me on the couch. “You’re welcome,” he said and patted my leg.
Me?I didn’t ask for this. And now my husband was furious with me. This seemed a lot more like a fantasy of Justin’s…oh. It hit me. This was legit Justin’s fantasy. No wonder Justin wanted to plan the bachelorette party. He wanted to watch all of our men do stripteases. And I guess this was what he’d planned for the bachelor party too. All the guys probably had stripper lessons tonight or something. Two birds, one stone.
And he’d kind of nailed it. The whole bridal party seemed to be having the time of their lives. Except for James.
And now me because I knew I was in so much trouble.
James’ scowl intensified as the music changed and Mason left.
For a second, I didn’t think he was going to dance at all. That he was just going to stand there looking like a furious professor.
But then he did a little spin as he pulled out his glasses from the pocket of his dress shirt. He put them on and then slowly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he stalked toward us, his hips moving to the beat. I loved when he rolled up his sleeves like that. Most men looked like they were more relaxed when they rolled up their sleeves. But if anything, it made him look more serious. More in charge. Like he was about to get down and dirty.
Yes, his hips were moving to the beat, but it was hardly a dance. It looked like he had a purpose out here…and it wasn’t to do a fun striptease. It was to do a torturous one. Specifically designed to torture me.
Every single move he made was so erotic I could barely stand it. Especially with that scowl on his face. Each footstep landing perfectly to the beat.
Justin put his hand on my knee again and held his breath when James reached the coffee table.
The beat of the music changed and James ran his fingers through his hair as he gyrated his hips. In the exact same way he would if I was spread out naked beneath him.
But he wasn’t looking at me as he did it. He was looking at Bee.
And when he loosened his tie, he stared at Alina.
And when he slowly unbuttoned his shirt to the beat of the music, he stared at Daphne.
Jealousy surged through me. I knew what he was doing. But it wasn’t my fault that Rob made me spank him. Or that Matt gave me his jersey. Or that Brendan wanted me to ride him or something. Or that Mason made me molest his abs.
That had all been out of my hands.
But it was in James’ hands as he jumped up on the table and tore his shirt off, looking everywhere but at me. He tossed his shirt at Kristen.
She cheered.
Yeah, I was really fucking jealous as my husband aroused every single one of these women with just his abs showing. He slowly unbuckled his belt, sliding it through the belt loops.
Justin put his hand to his forehead and fell backward.
I clenched my jaw. James wasn’t really dancing like the other guys. Yes, his movements were to the beat, but they were methodical. Each one planned to arouse me. Sure, the other women too. But especially me. Yet he wasn’t even giving me the time of day.
But he knew how much I loved when he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt like that. And the way he ran his fingers through his hair. And the way he unbuttoned his dress shirt.
He loosened his tie as he stared at Bee.
“Oh my God,” Bee mouthed.
Yeah, I loved when he did that too. But I was used to his attention being trained on me. I’d been planning on asking Bee to help me somehow get James into our sex dungeon and at my mercy. But now I didn’t want her anywhere near my sex dungeon. I didn’t want any of these girls near it. Luckily they hadn’t found it when they were in my apartment tonight.
James pulled out a ruler from his back pocket and slapped it against his palm.
I bit my lip.
“I heard one of you is getting married. But first you need one last crazy night. Who’s the lucky bride?”
Daphne raised her hand.
“Stand up and turn around, you dirty girl.”
