Page 219 of Accidental Husband
My sex winds tighter and tighter with every shift of my hips.
Almost.
Almost—
There.
My sex pulses as I come. Bliss spills through my pelvis, down my legs and arms, all the way to my fingers and toes.
Every part of me buzzes.
Griffin rocks me through my orgasm. Then he untangles our bodies. Arranges me on my hands and knees in front of him. Holds onto my hips.
He drives into me.
It's not gentle or sweet. It's hard and fast and dirty as hell.
I watch our bodies join. Watch his nails scrape my side. Watch my chest bounce.
I watch as his movements get harder and faster. As his breath catches and his brow knots and his eyes close.
"Fuck, Jules." He groans my name as he comes.
He rocks through his orgasm, digging his fingers into my skin as he fills me.
Once he's spilled every drop, he untangles our bodies. Wraps his arms around me. Presses his lips to my neck.
He holds me like he's never going to let go.
Right now, I believe it. That this is possible. That we might be forever.
* * *
We linger inbed for as long as we can. Then we shower, dress, drive to the karaoke joint in Little Osaka.
It's late enough traffic is dead. We get there fast. Stride into the room to meet a booming "Congrats."
Everyone is here.
And I mean everyone.
It's sweet and overbearing and totally perfect.
Until Griffin hands me a mic, summons a Paramore song, and insists I sing.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Juliette
"Ican't sing." My heart thuds against my chest.
"What do you call what you do in the car?" Griffin slides his arm around my waist. He pulls my body into his. Brings his lips to my ear. "What if I sing with you?"
"You hate this song."
He shakes his head. "My new favorite band."
"It's not from that album."
