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This is supposed to be fun. I’m gonna have fun, dammit.

Holding my drink carefully with one hand, I reach out, gripping Gray’s shirt so I can pull him closer to me. We’ve done this before, of course. Sure, it’s been years. And I wasn’t married to him. And I didn’t want him to take me apart and put me back together. And I didn’t know what his mouth tasted like or what his cock felt like under his jeans against my palm, but it’s cool. It’s fine.

I roll my hips, closing my eyes as I let the music take me.

Gray grips my hip, spinning me around so my ass is to him. I press it against him, bending at the waist and swaying my hips to the beat of the music.

His fingers tighten against me, and a sheen of sweat breaks out over my skin.

Straightening back up, I take another swig of my drink, then another before swallowing the rest of it.

Turning around, I press my chest against Gray and take his also empty cup from him.

His large hands tug me closer, his hips moving in time with mine. I’ve never given much thought to how Gray fucks before. Never seemed like my business. Now it feels like my business.

My cock swells as I think about his hands on my hips for another reason. His grip pulling me back onto his cock and not just pulling me into him as we dance and grind to the music.

He spins me around again, easily manhandling me. His hand slides up the front of my jeans, his palm catching on the head of my cock and making me gasp before he runs the flat of it up my bare stomach and under my shirt.

His thumb brushes my nipple, and my legs go a little noodly.

Is he doing this on purpose? I can’t remember him touching me like this before. Not during any of our other club nights. Never. Have I always wanted him to touch me like this?

He tweaks my nipple, and I moan, the sound lost to the pounding music.

He’s hard too, I think, his cock pressed against my lower back.

It’s hot in here, and the temperature keeps rising the more he touches me. It’s overwhelming and so fucking good.

I drop my head against his shoulder, swaying my hips in time with his, and he pinches my other nipple. My cock throbs, spilling pre-cum. I can feel it against the head of my cock where it’s wetting my briefs.

It’s too much and not enough. I know I can be greedy, but I want more. More, more, more.

Chapter 15

Grayson

Harlow is a vision. His hair is plastered to his face, the blond dark with sweat. His eyes are hazy with lust and the alcohol we’ve drunk. He’s gorgeous. Stunning. The literal man of my dreams.

My cock is aching, and I’m losing the battle with my restraint. He wants it. I want it. Why the fuck am I fighting it so hard?

Because having him and losing him will destroy you, dumbass.

Kinda feels like a moot point, though.

“I’m gonna grab another drink,” Harlow shouts.

I nod, reluctantly letting go of him as he steps out of my embrace. I watch his retreating back until I can’t see him through the crowd anymore. Everyone in the club seems to have flocked to the dance floor, their sweaty bodies writhing around me. The scent of spilled alcohol and sweat is like a blanket, comforting in its own way. I really have missed being out with Harlow.

I’ve never had fun with anyone the way I have fun with him.

A hand lands on my hip, and the hips that grind into mine feel all wrong.

“Wanna get out of here, cutie?”

I turn around, catching the eyes of the man behind me. He’s attractive, with swept-back black hair and piercing green eyes. And maybe if I were another man in another life, I’d take him up on that. But right now, my life is Harlow, and the man I am is his husband. And I intend to take our vows seriously, even if they weren’t said because of love or commitment.

At the very least, I’m committed to being his for the next three months.