Page 36 of Lawfully Yours

His fetish.

Even back when they had lived together as husband and wife, he had always had a thing for them—whether she was dressed for court in fitted pants, wearing workout leggings at the gym, or simply barefoot, curled up on the couch of their penthouse when they still lived together.

And right now?

They looked even better than he remembered.

Kushal swallowed, and that didn’t go unnoticed by Arundhati, who saw his Adam’s apple bobbing.

And she smirked. For once, she had the upper hand, watching him stare while she ignored him completely.

Arundhati reached them and greeted Anant first, effortlessly, as if she wasn’t revelling in the power, she had over Kushal right now.

“Shall we?” Anant asked.

Kushal nodded, saying nothing.

Anant walked ahead. Arundhati followed, maintaining deliberate distance from Kushal.

He, however, remained behind.

Not because he had to.

Because he wanted to.

Because watching her walk, the subtle sway of her hips, the way the dress moved around her legs was absolute torture.

And yet, he couldn’t look away.

She felt his gaze even without turning back. Even though the dress wasn’t backless, she felt the burn of his eyes trailing down her spine.

They stepped inside the club, which was buzzing alive with music that vibrated through the very walls, the scent of expensive whiskey and perfume thick in the air. The neon lights flickered between red and blue, casting an eerie glow over the space, the beat of the music setting the pulse of the night.

They maneuvered toward the VIP section where Anant had reserved a private table. The bodies of people moving, dancing, pressing into each other in a haze of sweat and alcohol.

But the crowd thickened as they kept heading inside. And that’s when Kushal moved. Without hesitation, he closed the space between them, his hands gripping her waist, shielding her from the crush of bodies.

Arundhati stiffened at the contact.

Her back pressed flush against his chest, the heat of his body burning through the thin material of her dress. The intoxicating mix of woody musk cologne engulfed her senses. His breath fanned against the side of her temple as he leaned in.

“Move,” he murmured against her ear, authoritatively.

She hated how it made something coil inside her.

But before she could respond, the crowd pushed harder.

And that’s when it happened. Her lower body pressed against his front. Hard. Completely unintentional.

It was a fraction of a second. But she felt it.

A solid, unmistakable presence ofhis arousal.

Her cheeks flamed instantly with a traitorous heat licking up her spine.

Kushal, however, acted instantly. His grip loosened on her, and he pulled away, creating space between them, as if nothing had happened.

Not looking at her.