Page 77 of Accidental Husband

The fruity bubbles burst on my tongue. They dissolve what's left of my inhibitions.

I finish my glass.

She pours me another. Drinks straight from the bottle. "A lot less classy this way."

But a lot more interesting. Fuck, her lips look good wrapped around that bottle. It's filling me with ideas. Way too many ideas.

"We're not going to Adrian's hotel room." She wipes her lip with her thumb.

"Unless you swiped the key."

"No." She giggles. "I wasn't interested in anything in his pants."

"You seemed like it."

"That's how I wanted to seem."

"Why?"

Her eyes meet mine. "Where are we going?"

"You need Paramore and YA yet?"

"We can make music requests, can't we?" She motions to the intercom.

I press the button. "Hey. This is Griffin."

"James," the driver says.

"Can we request music?" I ask.

"Sure. What do you want?" he asks.

I name her favorite album.

He chuckles. "Where am I taking you?"

"You're good to stay out?" I ask.

She nodshell yeah.

I know just the place.

Chapter Eighteen

Griffin

Jules's eyes go wide. "No."

"Yeah." My fingers brush her side. I'm not sure what the fuck I'm doing. Only that I need to keep doing it.

"We're not…" Her tongue slides over her lips. Her gaze shifts to the shop in front of us. "You are not buying me a sex toy."

"You owe me twenty bucks."

"It didn't happen yet."

"It will." I press my palm into the small of her back.