Page 86 of What If I See You

“Hmm mmm.” He kisses up my neck. “You were stunning and I wanted you all to myself.”

“I know you did.” I smile, watching him in the reflection of the window. “You couldn’t stop touching me the whole time.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining.”

I shake my head. “Not even a little bit.”

He buries his face in my neck and inhales. “You smell so fucking good too. I can’t stay away from you anymore. I don’t want to stop touching you. I don’t think I could if I tried.”

“Well unless you’re going to touch me while I pee and brush my teeth, you’re going to have to, but…” I take his hand resting on my stomach and guide it up to my breast. The softness of his touch over the satiny fabric of my bra has my eyes rolling back in my head.

The sound that emanates from deep inside him is a menacing growl. “Fuck, Layken. What are you doing to me?”

“I’m not saying no, Griffin. Every time I’m near you I wish you would reach out and touch me. Claim me. Make me yours.”

“So, my naughty girl wants to play.”

“I do…so much.”

I arch my back, pressing myself into his hold while simultaneously feeling how hard he is behind me. He chuckles when I wiggle my ass against him and pinches my nipple in response. My jaw drops and I’m the one gasping this time.

“Oh, my God.”

“I’m no God, Mrs. Ollenberg,” he whispers in my ear, his hand kneading my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers. “But I am your husband and I have every intention of satisfying my wife before she sleeps tonight if that’s what she desires. More than once if I have my way.”

He pulls his hand slowly from underneath my sweater and then spanks my ass playfully.

“Do you want the bathroom first?”

“Yes please.”

I slip inside the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, and take care of business and wash my hands. I grab my toothbrush from my toiletry bag, forgetting that I squeezed the last of my toothpaste from my tube this morning, so I open the door to see if I can use Griffin’s.

He smirks. “Of course. It’s in my bag on the shelf.”

“Thanks.”

I pull down his black toiletry bag and unzip it, gasping at what’s inside. Next to his tube of toothpaste and bottle of cologne is the very same rainbow-colored suction-cupped vibrating dildo from my shower at home.

No. He. Didn’t.

Forgetting all about the toothpaste, I pull the toy from his bag and hold it up as I step out of the bathroom. The look on Griffin’s face tells me he’s been waiting for this moment probably since we got here yesterday.

“What is this?” I ask him, trying very hard not to grin.

He pops a brow and licks his lips before he says, “I think you know damn well what that is.”

“Allow me to rephrase, Mr. Ollenberg. Why do you have this in your toiletry bag?”

“Because Mrs. Ollenberg…” He stands from where he was seated on the edge of the bed and stalks over to me. His hand pushing back my hair as he speaks. “I haven’t been able to get the vision of you using that thing to pleasure yourself out of my head since the night you sent me into your bathroom looking for nail polish remover.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmhmm.” His panty-melting smile is doing just that…melting my panties. For fuck’s sake I’m soaked for him already. “You knew damn well what you were doing that night.”

“Did I?” I ask coyly.

“Mmhmm. So, I made damn sure to slip it into my bag when you were done packing just in case the opportunity were to present itself while we’re on the road.”

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