Page 68 of Accidental Husband
I nod. Sure. I can help the dancer take off her bra. No problem.
It's a simple clasp. I undo it in a single gesture.
"Thank you." She smiles as she pushes her bra off one shoulder. Then the other.
Her boobs are right there.
They're huge. Round. Unnaturally round. But still appealing in a certain way.
I'm not uptight. Notthatuptight. I appreciate nice boobs as much as anyone.
Okay, not anyone. But anyone who isn't attracted to women.
Barbie rests her hands on my shoulders and slides into my lap.
The weight of her body sinks into me. It's different than it was with Jackson.
Than it is with Griff.
My gaze shifts to him.
He's not staring at her enormous boobs. Or adoring her plump ass.
He's watching me.
His dark eyes are wide.
His cheeks are flushed.
His chest is heaving with his inhale.
He tries to make eye contact, but I look away. To Barbie. Then to the mirror behind us.
I don't watch her straddle me.
I watch him watch me.
Barbie shifts her hips in time with the music.
She stares into my eyes like she's desperate to touch me.
Then she touches me.
Her fingers brush my neck, collarbones, chest.
She traces the neckline of my dress.
Griff's pupils dilate.
It's illicit, watching desire spread over his expression.
Him watching this—whatever I want to call this.
But it's not because of me. It's the buxom blonde in my lap.
Her fingers curl into the straps of my dress. "You mind, darling?"
Griff's tongue slides over his lips.
