Page 80 of Accidental Husband

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"I owe you lingerie."

"From Victoria's Secret." She motions to the wall of porn behind us. "Not from a place with a wall of barely legal videos."

I can't help but chuckle. "If you want Victoria's Secret, we'll go to Victoria's Secret."

"I'm the one buying it."

My cock stirs. "So I'm there to observe?"

"Um… well… I mean… Um." She presses her lips together. "Do you like that?"

"Like what?"

"Lingerie?"

"Yeah." My fingers skim her hips. She's so warm and soft. That dress is paper thin, but I still need it gone. "But I prefer naked."

She nods.

"I want to feel every inch of my skin against someone's."

"With your one-night stands?"

"No." With her. Only with her.

"Oh. Are we—"

"I don't know."

"Okay. I… um… You are right. I need to be fucked." She sucks a breath through her teeth. "But that's a little much." She motions to the thrusting sex toy.

"I'm sure it has other speeds."

"It's more the power." Her blush deepens. "It's been a while. And, um, I think I'll need easing in."

Whatever you want, Jules. I don't care if it's soft, slow, hard, fast. So long as you're coming for me."How do you normally like it?"

"Uh—"

"Hard?"

Her tongue slides over her lips.

"Or softer?"

"I don't know." She looks up at me, equal parts needy and nervous. "We… Um…" Her eyes bore into mine. They screamwhat the fuck are we doing here?

I don't have a good answer.

I want her. In every fucking way it's possible to want someone.

But not if she's going to regret it in the morning. Not if it's going to fuck everything up.

"How do you like it?" Her ass brushes my crotch as she moves past me. She rises to her tiptoes. Reaches for a sleek, modern vibrator sitting on the glass.

I try to stay present. To focus on the hitch of her breath, the flush of her cheeks, the arch of her back.

My cock steers my thoughts to dirtier places.

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