Page 54 of Accidental Husband

"You want to go?" I brush her hair from her neck. Bring my lips to her ear.

Fuck, she smells good.

I want to touch her. Kiss her. Taste her.

Which is ridiculous.

And not happening.

"We can go to my hotel room. Let your shitty music be our soundtrack." My fingers curl into the space between her shoulder blades. It's her bare skin. Fuck, it feels good against my hand.

She arches her back, curling her body into mine. "Can we really?"

"This trip is for you."

"I know."

"If that's what will make you happy, yeah."

"Can we read instead of discussing your sexual dalliances?"

I shake my head.

"What if I say please?"

Say please, Griffin, fuck me hard. Split me in half. Make me come.I pull her closer. So I can whisper in her ear. Not because I want her closer. Or because I want to fuck her. "Give it another hour."

"Do I have to?"

"No. But I'll feel better if you dance with someone."

"You're someone."

"Someone you want to fuck."

Her green eyes meet mine. They screamwhat a stupid thing to say. I have someone I want to fuck right here.

But that's my cock being an idiot again.

Chapter Fourteen

Juliette

"He's cute." Griffin motions to a group of guys in jeans. One is wearing aSoon to Be Property of Cynthiasash. The others are wearing matchingGroom Support Squadt-shirts.

I guess Vegas is bachelor party central, but, seriously, what's with all the reminders of weddings?

It's bad enough imagining Jackson thrusting into his coworker without actually seeing it.

I didn't see it. Not in the flesh. That would have been better, honestly. There's no way it's as awful as my mental images.

My eyelids flutter closed and I see it. The mysterious lingerie in my drawer. The sheer red one piece.

At first I was confused—I thought one of my friends left it in my apartment. Or that it was something from my shower I'd forgotten. Or that it was from Jackson.

That he was hiding a gift, a surprise.

That he was finally going to the effort to bring life back into our sex life.