Page 71 of Accidental Husband
"Help me out here, darling." Her fingers skim my sides. My ribs. The back of my bra.
I don't know why, but I arch my back to help her.
She unhooks my bra and peels it off my skin.
The nude fabric lands on my thighs.
Fuck.
I don't care that I'm topless in front of strangers. Only that I'm in front of Griff.
His eyes stay glued to me.
Not to her.
To me.
He watches as she toys with my boobs.
I close my eyes. Let the music pour through my ears. Let the smell of his shampoo fill my nostrils. Let myself believe it's him.
The song shifts to the next.
She climbs out of my lap. Pushes her panties off her hips. Kicks them from her ankles.
She bends again, puttingeverythingon display.
Griff still isn't looking at her.
He's watching me.
His gaze travels down my body, stopping at my chest. He stares like it's the best thing he's ever seen. Like I'm the best thing he's ever seen. Like he's desperate to be the one toying with my nipples.
Fuck, I bet he's good at that.
I bet he can make me purr with a few flicks of his thumb.
My sex clenches.
My fingers curl into my thighs.
I watch as Barbie climbs into his lap and grinds against him, but I'm not watching her.
I'm watching him.
And he's watching me.
We stay like that until the song ends.
Instantly, Barbie slides out of Griff's lap. She slips into her bra and panties. "You know, I'm really rooting for you two." Her smile is sincere. Like she wants us to come together as badly as I—
No.
I can't want this with Griff.
I can't want his lips on my lips and his hands on my chest and his cock inside me.
But I do.
