Page 74 of Accidental Husband
"Oh my God." Her blush spreads to her chest. "That's so—"
"If you're horny as hell, you might actually fuck someone." Someone else. Someone who won't change things.
"So you want me to lower my standards?"
I want you against that wall. Take off your dress. And the panties. You're coming on my face. Now."I want you to go to bed satisfied."
She shakes her head, but it's not with her usualyou're an idiot. It's different. Loaded.
Like she's also thinking about coming on my face.
But that's not what's happening.
That would never happen.
All this evidence of her desire—
It's because of the skilled dancer.
That's the only logical possibility.
"Hey!" A loud guy slides his arms around our shoulders. "Good to see you. I knew Adrian was kinky, but he'd never admit it."
Huh?
Oh. It's the groom from the wedding party. The one ready to cheat on his fiancé.
At least, according to his dickhead brother.
"How you doing?" My voice drips with disdain.
He doesn't notice. "Good. It's sweet all these guys threw me a bash." He holds up his drink—green liquid in a martini glass—to toast someone on the other side of the room. Said liquid spills over the sides of his glass. On his hand. And my shirt. "They're trying to buy me a lap dance."
"You don't want a dance?" Jules asks.
He shakes his head. "No. I just want Amanda." His smile is serene. "I can't tell the guys. They'll make fun of me. But, honestly, I'd rather watch TV with her all night than be here."
"That's sweet." Her voice is soft. "When are you—"
"Next week." He smiles. "At the beach in Malibu."
Jules's lips curl into a frown. Her wedding was supposed to be at the beach in Malibu.
Fuck, it would have been beautiful.
She would have been beautiful.
And sexy as hell.
This deranged mental image flashes through my head: me, tearing off her wedding dress. Pinning her to the bed. Fucking her senseless.
"Adrian isn't like that. He sleeps with anything that moves." He pulls us a little closer. "He always wanted to have a threesome with a couple, but he could never admit it." He tries to whisper but fails completely. "But honestly, he wanted to touch your dick, didn't he?"
Jules shoots me awhat the fucklook.
This is good. This drunk idiot is steering the conversation to things that don't turn me on.
Things besides my best friend's soft lips.
