Page 95 of Accidental Husband
My cheeks flush.
"You always that demanding?"
I shake my head. I have no idea where this sexy, dirty Jules came from, but I really fucking like her. "If you want me to watch my step, you probably shouldn't press your cock into my ass."
"You want me to stop?"
"No." I want him to go. I want him to fuck me here.
He pulls me backward. Wraps his arm around me. Leads me around the deck.
Las Vegas Boulevard glows against the dark sky. Neon, glass, steel. Everything shines in the moonlight.
Sin City is beautiful. It's a fantastical place where anything is possible.
"Let me guess." Griffin nips at my ear. "The Paris is your favorite hotel."
"Is it?"
"Yeah." He bites a little harder. Hard enough it hurts in the best possible way. "It's the tallest."
"Isn't this one the tallest?"
"So it's all size with you?"
"I don't know." I arch my back, to rub my ass against his crotch. He's still hard, and it still feels so fucking good. "I'll have to give the equipment another test drive."
His chuckle is low and hearty.
"Unless you'd rather not."
"Unless I'd rather not fuck you?"
I nod.
He wraps his lips around my earlobe. Sucks softly. "You're out of your fucking mind."
Yeah, I am.
I really am.
But it feels good.
I close my eyes. Arch my back to rub my ass against him.
He holds me close. Toys with my ear, neck, shoulders. He winds me so fucking tight, then he steps back, takes my hand, and leads me around the observation deck.
The big, silver moon casts a soft glow over the sprawling suburbs and the desert beyond it. It's serene beauty. The opposite of busy, bright Las Vegas Boulevard.
"Which do you like better?" He brushes my hair behind my ear. "The city or the desert?"
"Why do I have to choose?"
"'Cause you want to go to that MFA program in Iowa."
"I missed the deadline."
"Next year." His teeth scrape my neck.
