Page 190 of Accidental Husband

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My name is a curse on her lips.

Her nails are steel against my chest.

My cock—

Fuck, I need to be inside her.

I pull back. Bring my eyes to hers.

Those gorgeous greens are filled with pure satisfaction.

She reaches for my jeans. "Fuck me."

"Fuck yeah."

She undoes the button. Unzips the zipper.

There's no patience in her touch. Only pure, unbridled need.

She cups me over my boxers. Rubs me softly. Then harder. "No condom."

"You're sure?" I push my jeans and boxers off my hips.

She nods. "I want to feel you." Her eyes bore into mine. "Please, Griff." She wraps her hand around my cock. "Come inside me."

Fuck. Conscious thought flees my body at an alarming rate.

I kick off my jeans and boxers.

Jules wraps her legs around me.

I lower my body onto hers.

Fuck.

There's nothing between us.

I can feel every soft, wet inch of her.

The trust of that—

The intimacy—

It overwhelms my senses.

I have to close my eyes.

It's still there. It's in every molecule of air, every shift of my hips, every scrape of her nails.

We're connected.

We're one.

We're every cheesy metaphor in the world.

And I don't give a fuck that I'm a sappy romantic. Only that she's mine. And I'm hers. And it's fucking everything.

With one steady thrust, I drive into her.

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