Page 105 of The Other Guy

“How was it?”

I raise up on my toes, wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Awesome. Painful. Embarrassing. Hilarious.”

“Sounds about right,” he says, squeezing me but stepping back. “My turn.”

“Yes! Oh, I can’t wait. You’re going down.”

He chuckles. “We never did decide what we were betting for.”

“Oh, I think whatever you’re wanting from me is pretty well in line with what I want from you.”

His eyes look impossibly darker when he leans down to kiss me. It’s absolutely more than what we should be doing inside a crowded bar, but I really don’t care.

“We both win?”

“As much fun as that would, I mean will be, I think we still need to come up with something. If I win, you cook for me. In nothing but an apron.”

“Ditto.”

I tsk him. “No imagination.”

“Oh, I have imagination. Lots and lots of imagination,” he says lowly then starts kissing me again.

“Hey! Love birds! You’ve got a line and no one wants to see this!” someone shouts behind us.

“Speak for yourself. They’re like a live porno.”

“Oh, geesh.” I bury my head in Jack’s chest while he chuckles.

“I’m gonna get this over with so we can get the fuck outta here.”

“Yes, please.”

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