Page 70 of Accidental Husband
He raises a browyou okay?
Okay is the wrong word. I'm buzzing with a mix of nerves and desire.
The dancer is pretty and skilled, yes, but I don't want her.
I—
No, I can't say it. Not yet.
I nod ayes.
Barbie hinges at her hips. She rises as slowly as she went down. Then she shifts onto my lap.
She flips her hair as she turns to Griff. She studies his expression. Gauging what he wants, I guess.
She must decide he's plenty happy with this, because she stays in my lap.
She grinds against me slowly.
She reaches back for my hands. Brings them to her hips.
The song changes to the next. Barbie turns. Shifts her weight on Griffin's lap.
"How many?" I ask.
"Three," she purrs. "But you can always buy more." She leans over as she grinds her ass against him.
God, she's right there.
In his lap.
My cheeks burn. But it's not desire. It's something else.
Why is she touching him? She shouldn't be touching him.
I should—
No, I shouldn't.
This is crazy.
She shifts out of his lap. Turns to me. "I think your girl is lonely like this."
My exhale is shaky.
Griff's is steady. He has a nearly naked woman in his lap, but his attention is on me. "I think she is." He whispers something in her ear.
She nods, turns, climbs back into my lap.
She doesn't writhe or grind. Just sinks into my thighs as she runs her fingers along my jaw. Neck. Chest.
This time, she doesn't stop at the outline of my bra.
She dips her hand into my cup.
Her fingers brush my nipple.
It's under my bra. Griff can't see. But it feels like he's watching me come. Like he's seeing everything.
