Page 93 of Accidental Husband
"Kiss me." I turn to him. Wrap my arms around his waist. Rise to my tiptoes.
He sucks on my bottom lip with just the right pressure. Then it's the soft scrape of his teeth. Something harder. Something that demands every ounce of my attention.
His fingers dig into my ass.
He pulls me closer. Until I can feel his hard-on against my stomach.
Fuck, he feels good. And that—
I don't care what anyone says. There's nothing better than a hard cock. Feeling the evidence of a partner's desire—
It's so fucking hot.
I want him in my mouth again.
I want him coming on my lips, my back, my tits.
I don't care, as long as it's mine.
Some pervert took over my brain. But then I don't care about that either. Not when it feels this good.
"You want to do that?" He scrapes his teeth against my ear.
I nod.
He takes my hand. Brings it to his crotch. No, to his pocket.
There's something hard.
Oh. The bullet vibrator.
He looks down at me with a wicked smile. "I have plans for you, Jules."
My sex clenches.
"And?"
"You want to go to the top first or you want it in your mouth?"
My tongue slides over my lips. Hell yes. I want him in my mouth. He tastes so fucking good. And there's something about knowing it's Griff in my mouth. About knowing I'm the reason he's rock hard.
It's not like it was with Jackson.
It's awesome.
God, I must be drunk. I'm usually more articulate. I have an English degree. And a computer full of unpublished short stories. And one half of a very shitty novel I started in high school.
It's about a girl falling in love with her best friend. She doesn't cut, but she has her own secret, and he's just as determined to save her.
I stopped writing it when I started dating Jackson.
At the time, I didn't think anything of it, but now—
God, I must be the most oblivious person on the planet.
"Baby, if you keep drifting off I'm going to have to punish you."
Yes. Hell yes. His voice is so fucking hot like this.
