Page 34 of Dopplebanger

“Woman, you’re going to wreck us.”

Her lips stuck out in a pout and she crossed her arms, which only emphasized her cleavage. “That was the worst copilot compliment ever. I’m about to throw more M&Ms at you, and if you think I’m going to retrieve them now, you’d better think again.”

Since I wanted to get my mouth on those alluring lips—and the cleavage to be totally honest—I said, “I was going to say, you also have the best sense of humor about everything, and…”

She leaned closer, her sweet scent invading my senses. The exit that’d take us toward D.C. was coming up, and if I didn’t pay attention, I’d miss it. Of course right now, I was thinking a detour would be a great idea, which was why I should stay the course. Also why I shouldn’t say what I was tempted to. “And…?”

“And I like the feel of driving a fast car and having my girl by my side.” Yeah, my self-control clearly sucked.

The smile she flashed me gave me more wicked ideas and had me clenching the steering wheel tighter, fighting my inner Jekyll. Or was it Hyde? Whichever was the inner villain—thatwas the one who was winning. “Are you saying I’m your ride or die chick?”

I chuckled, then locked my eyes on to hers. “Call it whatever you want, as long as I get to call you mine.”

“If you keep talking like that, tonight’s going to end much better than last night.” Her voice dripped with innuendo, and my cock swelled, testing the confines of my zipper.

As torturous as it was, I’d liked last night. And while I would definitely like what she was suggesting, it didn’t change the fact that I couldn’t go there.

Regardless of the way my mind flooded with a sexy image reel of exactly how I’d like it to go down. Claiming her mouth with mine. Peeling off her clothes one at a time. Kissing my way down her body.

Holy shitI was in trouble. In the matter of minutes I’d gone from worrying I was accidentally screwing it all up to wondering if it wouldn’t be better for all parties involved if I fucked things up on purpose.

Before I went and did something neither one of us would ever forgive me for.

EIGHTEEN

“No, no, you’re going to break it,” I said, reaching for my backpack, despite handing it over to Evan all of five seconds ago.

“You asked for help with the stuck zipper,” he said, a statement I couldn’t deny.

“That’s because I didn’t realize you’d try to rip apart the seams.”

“I’m not going to—” A loud noise rent the air. Not a zipping sound, either. Nope, definitely a fabric-tearing sound.

My mouth hung open and Evan’s expression mirrored mine.

“Hulk smash!” he suddenly shouted, bringing his fist down on my bag. Then he grimaced. “Would now be a bad time to bring up how if you think about it, it’s kind of your fault for asking the Hulk to help you open something that clearly needed to be done with more finesse?”

“Oh, great. The guy I’m taking with me to a wedding is going to smash it. If only I knewbeforethe carnival that you turned into a brute when angry.”

He hung his head and held my ripped bag toward me. “Hulk sorry.”

I sighed, then opened the door to the car and tossed my backpack inside. “Guess there’s no reason to take it now.”

“I’ll carry everything.”

“Clearly you have no idea how many souvenirs I’m planning on buying.”

“Remember how strong the Hulk is?”

“How can I forget when he just shredded my bag?” I gave him a mock dirty look edged with a pinch of real dirty look because I’d clearly told him to stop.

He gave me puppy dog eyes—you’d think I’d be immune to them with how many I dealt with on a day to day basis. Evan hooked his finger through my belt loop, tugged me closer, and softly kissed me.

As much as I loved puppy kisses, Evan’s were far superior, not to mention less messy. I couldn’t help reciprocating, moving my lips with his and winding my arms around his neck.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked.

“I plead the fifth.”

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