Page 73 of Accidental Husband
Fuck, I know that. I've been to strip clubs plenty of times. I know the etiquette.
I nodyeahand follow her through the velvet curtains.
The room is still glowing red, like hell itself. Or like a bondage club. The latter is probably more accurate. Especially if the dancer to our left is any indication.
She's wearing strappy black leather. Contorting herself around the pole like she's tied to it.
It's hot, but my gaze still shifts to the mirror behind her. To Jules's reflection.
My best friend watches with rapt attention.
"You sure you're into guys?" I nudge her shoulder with mine. I need to get back to teasing. To whatever it takes to convince my cock to cool it.
Jules makes a show of rolling her eyes. "You really figured me out, Griff. One dance was all it took for me to realize I lust for pussy."
"Three dances."
She rolls her eyes the other way.
"You're showing off."
"You're… Uh…" Her gaze shifts to my chest. Stomach. Crotch. "You really liked her?"
No. I like you. I want you. I want to fuck you until you're screaming.
Or are you quieter when you come?Like you're so lost in bliss you can't even get a word out?
I have to know.
I don't have to touch you or taste you or bury myself inside you, but I do have to know.
No, that's bullshit.
I need all of it. Now.
I swallow hard. I don't lie. I don't tell half-truths. I don't sugar coat.
If I start doing it now—
"Griff?" Her green eyes fix on mine. For a second. Then they're on the ground and her cheeks are bright red.
She's nervous about my response.
She's adorable nervous.
And hot.
And her tits—
I need to see her tits again. Need to feel them against my palm. Around my cock.
"That's why we're here, right?" She clears her throat. "You're supposed to getahem." She motions to my crotch.
"We're here for you."
"Yeah, but—"
"Are you wet?" I ask.
