Page 18 of Accidental Husband

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This trip—I've been texting Wes and Dean all night, arranging details—is for her. To cheer her up. Help her figure out her shit.

I'm making sure she soars. Even if it means she leaves me behind.

Fuck. That's a problem for tomorrow. Next week, at the earliest. Right now, I'm teasing her about this book.

I grab my cell, shoot Jules a text about how evil she is for torturing me with YA, drop my phone on the bed.

It buzzes with her response.

Shit.

That's not her response. It's a cunt. Close up and in full definition.

Oh. It's a message from Lee Ann, my current fling. She's hot. And kinky. But this picture of her cunt isn't doing shit for me.

I skim our last week of texts.

Lee Ann: Yeah, give it to me hard.

Griffin: I'm going to bend you over, pin you to the bed, and spank you like the bad girl you are.

Lee Ann: Have I been bad?

Griffin: Very fucking bad.

Lee Ann: What did I do?

Griffin: You promised you wouldn't wear panties.

There's a picture of her thong-clad ass.

Lee Ann: I thought you'd like it.

Griffin: I do like it, sweet thing. But you can't disobey a direct order.

Lee: Yes, Griff. Spank me hard.

Griffin: Show me.

Lee: Show you what?

Griffin: Lose the panties and show me.

And there it is.

And I don't give a fuck.

When I asked for this picture, I was hard enough to cut granite.

Right now…

I really don't care.

Yeah, punishment isn't my thing. I don't get off on issuing orders. Or on giving spankings.

I'm open-minded. I'll try anything interesting. If a woman needs a rough hand, I'm not about to deny her.

Lee Ann was into being told she was a bad girl and begging for my cock. If she wants to beg me to come in her mouth—

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