Page 76 of Accidental Husband

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"To symbolize my massive cock." She nestles the bottle between her thighs. "Or closer?"

"It's gonna spill all over your dress."

Her brow scrunches as she assesses the booze. She pushes the bottle forward. Grabs the cork. Twists.

Bam—

The cork hits the ceiling.

Foam spills over the bottle.

Over her thighs.

My cock stirs. I need to spread her legs and lick every drop of champagne.

Then every drop of her.

Jules laughs. "Oh my God." She brings the bottle to her lips. Sucks the spilling foam from the glass.

Fuck the places my head is going.

"It's such a mess," she says.

"Always is."

Her cheeks flush. "Not in my experience."

"In all your experience having a cock?"

"No. Um… utilizing a cock."

"Is that what you call it?"

She nodsuh-huh. Smiles her usualI can tease you foreversmile. Then something dirtier. "What do you call it?"

"I prefer being specific."

"Oh?"

I nod.

"In my experience making men come." Her voice drops to something low and dirty. "Is that specific enough for you?"

"Men?"

"A man." Her eyes flit to mine as she licks foam from the bottle. It spills over her lips. Dribbles down her chin. Hits her chest.

I swallow hard.

"You want some?" She finds a clean champagne flute behind the ice box. Pours messily.

I move closer, which is a bad idea. I already want to touch her, taste her, kiss her.

I really want to fuck her.

Right now.

My fingers brush hers as I take the glass.

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