Page 84 of Accidental Husband
Her eyes bore into mine. "Griff—"
"You are."
She shudders as I drag my thumb over her nipple.
"Your tits are gorgeous."
Her cheeks flush. Part arousal. Part honest embarrassment. "They're not too small?"
"Fuck no."
"I always thought—"
I take her nipple between my lips.
"Fuck." She tugs at my hair. "That's—"
"Perfect." I mumble into her skin. God dammit, she tastes good. And this is barely the beginning.
I need every inch of her skin.
I need her coming on my face.
But one thing at a time.
I flick my tongue against her nipple. Softly. Then harder.
Up and down.
Left and right.
Slow circles.
Zigzags.
Her groans bounce off the mirrored walls. Land in my ears.
"Fuck." She rocks her hips, rubbing her clit against my cock. "Griff."
"Yeah, baby?"
"Say that again?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Fuck." She rocks harder. "You… I… I can't be quiet."
"Good."
"But." She motions to the screen behind us.
"He's heard it before."
"Still." Her gaze shifts to the intercom. She sighs as she climbs out of my lap, but she still moves to the button. "Could you play that music from before?"
"Of course, miss." The intercom turns off.
Jules's favorite album fills the car.
