Page 101 of Accidental Husband

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I can forget.

I swear I can.

"Keep going." I rub my ass against him.

He wraps his arm around my waist. Holds my body against his.

Slowly, he drags the device up my inner thigh. Closer and closer and—

Fuck.

That's intense.

My eyelids press together.

My fingers dig into the railing.

My teeth sink into my lip.

"Too much?" He nips at my ear.

I shake my head.

"You want more?"

"No. Just…" My breath hitches in my throat. The vibration is intense. Almost too much to take. "Higher."

"Show me." His voice is a command.

Which is so fucking hot.

And so fucking perfect.

Jackson wanted to figure everything out himself. If I tried to give him feedback, he got mad. Or moody. Or passive aggressive.

Griff wants to make me come.

And he's not shy about demanding I show him how to do it.

If I guide his hand—

No, I'm not thinking about this. Tonight is easy. Fun. Free.

No more worrying about my scars. Or tomorrow. Or anything.

Griffin is making me come.

That's what matters.

Not anything else.

I place my hand over his. Guide the toy a little higher. To the right. There—

"Fuck." I press my palm into the railing. It just barely steadies me. This is so fucking intense. And I still want more.

I want his cock inside me.

I want him groaning my name.

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