Page 187 of Accidental Husband

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Jules's pupils dilate. She nodsyes, unbuttons her jeans, slides them off her hips.

Her eyelids press together.

Her brow furrows.

Still, she pushes her jeans to her knees.

I peel them off her feet. Toss them aside. Climb between her legs.

I'm eating out my wife.

It doesn't have to be more than that.

But it is.

It'sthere.

I drag my fingers up her thigh. Over her smooth skin. Over the scars that crisscross her legs and hips.

They cover her skin. Of course they do. She's been hiding it for years.

She's been doing it for years.

My chest gets heavy.

Words claw at my throat.What the fuck, Jules?How could you hide this for so long?How could you pretend everything is okay?

I swallow them. It's not the time. Or the place. It's not my place.

Yeah, I'm terrified.

But I'm thrilled too.

She's dropping the walls around her heart.

"Griff." Her voice is an apprehensive squeak. "Is it… it's okay if you want to stop."

"Fuck no." I press my lips to her inner thigh.

"Is it ugly?"

"No." I trace her scars with my thumb. There's nothing beautiful about Jules hurting herself. But this, her letting me in—

Fuck, it's everything.

"Every part of you is beautiful." I drag my lips higher. Higher. Higher.

She groans as I press my mouth to her clit. Her panties are in the way, but I can still feel her warmth.

I blow hot air over her cunt.

Then I move to her other leg. Plant a row of kisses over her thighs.

Over the scars.

Then the smooth skin.

Then back again.

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