Page 83 of Accidental Husband
Griffin
Jules groans against my mouth.
She tugs at my hair. Digs her fingers into my shirt. Grinds her crotch against mine.
Fuck, she feels good.
I scrape my teeth against her bottom lip.
She groans a little louder.
It races through my head.I'm kissing Jules. I'm kissing my best friend. I'm kissing the girl who thought I had cooties in fourth grade.
She tastes so fucking good. Like champagne and like Jules.
My fingers dig into her hips. I pull her closer. Guide her pelvis over mine.
She pulls back to groan. "Fuck, Griff."
Those gorgeous green eyes are even prettier with heavy lids.
At the moment, it's so fucking obvious.
I need Jules.
I need her every way I can have her.
She groans as her clit grinds against my cock. That stupid fabric is in the way, but it's still bliss.
"Are we—" She tugs at my tie. "Are we doing this?"
"Take off your dress."
Her throat quivers as she swallows. "You first."
"This first." I peel her strap down her shoulder. The right. Then the left.
I trace the outline of her bra as slowly as I can manage. Over her breasts, her ribs, her back.
There.
I undo the clasp.
She does away with her bra.
She's topless in my lap.
She's exactly where she belongs.
The limo is like the club. Every surface is either red or reflective, or both.
I can see her back in the mirror. The soft curve. The lush ass. The heels falling off her feet.
And here she is, in front of me.
Dark curls falling over her green eyes. Pink lips parting with a sigh. Chest heaving with her inhale.
"Fuck." I cup her breast with my palm. "You're perfect."
