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“I had them on, but taking them off was on the challenge card I pulled before I came in here.”
“Challenge card?” I ask.
“Some of them had specific songs to dance to. Chloe had to do her lap dance with Barrett to theGhostbusterstheme song.” She laughs. “Lindsay and I had to take off our underwear.”
She shifts in my lap, her fingers trail along my collarbone, and come to a rest at my chest.
If I’m going to stop things between us, right now would be the time. I could help her off my lap, pull her dress back down and let her rejoin the other ladies ready to continue their evening. That’s what the old Griffin would do. Keep the lines clear. But I haven’t been doing that very well. Making her come on my thigh during our game of Twister. Using the shower wand to get her off after the bathtub photoshoot yesterday. Technically, I haven’t touched her since that morning in Vegas, but every moment with her these last two weeks has brought me to the edge and now I’m beyond desperate for her.
Love.
That word keeps popping up.
Emma looks incredible sitting on my lap. Her smooth dark hair laying over her shoulders, her pink lips parted, breathing hard from her efforts. So fucking beautiful.
My fingers curve around her trim waist, pressing into the soft flesh of her hips. I could lift her up and off, or I could give in and pull her farther down onto me, make good on the texts we exchanged earlier.
My hands make the decision for me, the feel of Emma beneath them making it impossible to turn back now.
“Are you wet, Emma?” I ask, my dick already swelling at the thought of her slick pussy only inches away. How I ache to bury myself inside her.
I ignore the warning bells in the back of my mind telling me I’m already too far gone for this woman. That she’s already seeped so far into my bones that I’m prepared to turn my life upside down for her. But I don’t want to think right now, I only want to feel. To be here with Emma in this moment, taking what we both desperately need.
She bites her lip and nods.
My voice is gravel when I reply, “Show me.”
She hesitates for a moment, like she’s not sure how to proceed. Not sure if we’re really going to do this.
I take one of her hands from my chest and start moving it toward the hem of her dress. Her eyes follow the motion of our hands, then look back up to mine. I release her hand and lift my chin in encouragement.
The visual of Emma’s hand disappearing underneath her dress makes my cock twitch against my zipper. Slowly, she dips her hand between her legs, then lifts two slick fingers to my lips. With our eyes locked, I open my mouth and welcome her fingers. My tongue curls around her knuckles, then I pull my lips tight against her fingers and suck. I lick them clean, my eyes instinctively closing with the indulgence of how fucking good she tastes on my tongue.
“Good girl,” I growl before pulling her mouth to mine. This time we dive deeper, our tongues swirling, exploring, lapping each other up. It’s too fucking good. I can’t stop.
“I need more, Emma. I need to make you come. Do you want that?”
She nods eagerly. “I want you to touch me.” She pants between kisses.
I’m more than happy to oblige. I slide my hand up her inner thigh, searching for her silky center. Upon contact, Emma gasps, her fingers digging into my hair.
My fingers run the length of her, letting her soak my knuckles.
I tease her. Slipping my finger barely inside before withdrawing to circle her clit.
“Dancing for me made you so fucking wet, sweetheart.”
“It wasn’t the dancing. I’m wet whenever you’re around,” she admits.
I lean back to look at her. This beautiful woman sitting on my lap, her legs straddling me. Her pussy wet and needy for me. And she’s mywife.It feels like a dream.
She leans forward, her lips moving along my jaw.
“I want to touch you,” she says, pulling back. I nod for her to go ahead.
She reaches for my belt, a second later her hand is inside my briefs, encircling my shaft. My hips buck in response to the long-awaited sensation. A guttural moan escapes my lips.
Emma strokes me good, her thumb circling my head, spreading the precum gathering there. With her hands on me, my vision goes black. She’s barely touched me, but I can already feel the orgasm building. The pressure starting to build at the base of my spine.
