Page 47 of Nothing to the Wedding

“Yet you mock my attempts to fulfill your desire.”

“Not mock,” he said.“Didn’t expect us to play tonight.”

“I’m surprised you’re surprised.”Talking wasn’t enough.“Do you have it on?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t be messing around, Casanova, I can’t break my promise to Jane.You put it on or we’re not getting married.”

“We are married.”

“Hush!Stop saying that where people might hear you.”

“Who?”he asked.“I’m alone.Did you bring a guest?Is that what we’re doing now?‘Cause I’m sure Dunlap has that mistress woman’s number.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t remember her name.You remember everyone’s names.”

“I make a point of forgetting the names of people you want to sleep with.”

“One playmate at a time.”Her smile bloomed again.“I’m a one duck bunny.”

“You wearing one of these too?”

“I will be,” she said, fishing her padded satin blindfold from her purse.

“You are unique, Lola Bunny.”

“Stay by the bar.Don’t move.”

If he went wandering, this would be a different kind of game, the one preteens enjoyed, not the adult-only one she had in mind.

Thank goodness they were alone, what a picture she’d make after hanging up the phone to fumble her way through the suite, following walls and furniture until she walked into a barstool.Ouch, okay, that would leave a bruise.

Her fingertips trusted the back of one stool and went to the next as her other hand hung in midair waiting until… his body, oh, she knew that solid form.Both hands splayed as they slid up his torso.

“How do I know you’re my Lola Bunny?”

The vibration of his voice on her palm ran right through her.One hand went higher, seeking flesh to curl around the side of his neck and higher, into his hair above his nape.

“If you don’t recognize me in my touch by now,” she murmured, pulling him lower.“We’re getting a divorce.”

“One surefire way to do it.”

His breath warmed her lips a second before they met.They’d kissed so many times she’d lost count.The familiarity didn’t take away the thrill.Nothing ever would.Their sex life was amazing, no doubting that, but the exhilaration of his kiss was like nothing else that existed anywhere in the universe and it never faded.

His lips retreated just a millimeter.“What made you think of this?”

“People keep telling me it’s my last night of freedom.Don’t I deserve to go wild?”

The warmth of his silent laugh was as welcome on her skin as his hands.“Yes, you do, baby.”

“If I’m free and wild, can I not choose to be free and wild with my best friend…?And maybe a little bit naked?”It wasn’t wholly frivolous.“I wanted to be with you,” she admitted in a murmur.“I can’t be under the same roof as you and not… be with you.”If she got too sappy, the blindfolds may not last.She switched it up.“Besides, you haven’t hit your Roxie quota this month, Slacker.”

He kissed her lips, her cheek, her jaw, skimming a hand into her hair at the side of her head to tip it back.His open mouth trailed down to kiss her carotid, to close and suck in a gentle kiss.

“Don’t you dare give me a hickey,” she said, joy quaking at the rumble of his low laugh buried against her.

How would she explain that one away in the wedding photographs without revealing their mischief?Who else could’ve given her the bruise if not the groom?The man she wasn’t supposed to see.