Page 69 of Accidental Husband

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He wants her undressing me.

Because she's a certified ten.

Because he has some fantasy of two girls going at it.

Not because he wants me.

There's no way he wants me.

That's…

I…

Uh…

I nod.

She peels my dress down my shoulders. Chest. Stomach.

Her fingers trace the outline of my bra.

My cheeks flush.

My heart pounds.

My veins buzz with nervous energy.

He's right there. If I close my eyes, it's like he's the one touching me.

Not that I want that.

I mean, I don't not want that.

It's just—

It's confusing.

Barbie slides off my lap. She stands. Stares down at me. And at Griff.

Through the mirror, my eyes find his. God, his dark eyes are so wide. He's transfixed.

I love that he's transfixed. Even if it's by another woman.

I mean—

I—

He—

Fuck. I don't know what I mean. Only that the desire in his expression is making me hot all over.

Barbie spins on her heels. She bends at her waist. Rolls down one vertebra at a time. Until her fingers are on the ground and her ass is on display.

It's a nice ass. The kind of ass that graces magazine covers.

But Griffin isn't looking at her.

He's watching me.

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