Page 121 of The Wife Situation

“So, was all the eye-fucking you did today real or fake?”

I smirk and lift my brows. “What do you think?”

He bends his head down closer to my ear. “I don’t think I could handle it if I was wrong.”

My breath hitches, and I grab his shirt, tugging him closer to me.

Mere inches from his mouth, I whisper, “Real.”

26

EASTON

Birthday countdown: 33 days

Since meeting her: 13 days

Company takeover: 40 days

“Fuck, Lexi,” I growl in her ear, knowing we’re on a path of destruction together. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I know.” Her soft lips trace the outside of mine as she holds on to my shirt. It’s tight in her fists, but she doesn’t have to force me, not when every fucking cell in my body pulls me toward her. “Are you going to kiss me?” she whispers, and it’s desperate.

I smile against her lips. “Do you want me to?”

“Please.”

Our lips crash together, and a hurricane of emotions floods through me. Her arms wrap around my neck, and the kiss deepens. Her tongue is greedy and tastes like the fruity champagne we drank on the way here. We’re desperate, dangerous, and drunk on each other’s touch.

“Are you just going to tease me every fucking day?” she asks, unbuttoning the top button of my shirt and quickly working on the next one. “I don’t think I can take this for a year.”

“Lexi,” I whisper. I want to ask her if she’s changed her mind about giving love a chance.

“I can’t make any promises, Easton,” she says, reading my thoughts. “That’s my truth.”

“All I need is confirmation thatwehave a chance,” I say. It might be cocky as fuck, but I know if there’s a possibility for us, I could have her.

She continues working on my buttons, but those angel eyes lock in on mine.

She nods and smirks. “Yes.”

“That’s all I fucking need, my little heartbreaker.”

I gently grab her wrists, holding them above her head, pinning her to the door as my mouth memorizes the soft skin of her neck. I slide my lips across her jaw and to her hot, greedy mouth.

“We haven’t made it to day fifteen yet,” she mutters, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.

I love the way her sweet skin tastes. “It won’t change the way I feel.”

She laughs, her stance straightening. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” I let her loose, my fingers trailing down her arms. I gently cup her gorgeous face, hoping she knows how raw I’m being. This isrealto me. The need, the want, and the fire burning between us are almost too much.

“I don’t know how I’ll get over you,” she admits, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in for another kiss.

“Then, don’t,” I say. “Go with the goddamn flow.”

She places her hands on my stomach, guiding me toward the bed. Instead of falling back, I sit on the edge, pulling her towardme. My cock is so fucking hard; it might bust the seams of my pants. She glances down at it and swallows hard.