She felt the heat of his stare burning through her hands, which were still clamped firmly over her mortified face.
There was no way in hell she was moving them.
No. Fucking. Way.
Like, who in their right mind would want to look their own husband in the face while another man was practically narrating how he was about to drag them into some dark alley and fuck them stupid against a wall?
Not her, definitely not her.
...Even if the mental image did make her thighs press together.
"Maybe..."
Artis dragged out the word, his voice rich with amusement.
"We would have some fun. Right, Jul's? Right... Jul's..."
Then—
Slap~
"Ahhh~!"
Before she could process anything, Artis's shameless hand came down hard on her ass, his palm sinking into the plush flesh before giving it a downright filthy squeeze.
Juliana jumped, a sharp moan ripping from her throat before she could choke it back.