Page 145 of Accidental Husband

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A laugh spills from my lips. "Mmm… how about, instead, you tell me why you think about sex all the time."

"Why wouldn't I?"

It's an awfully compelling argument.

His eyes fix on me. "You're trying to kill me with this, right?"

"With what?" I take another bite of ice cream.

"With what?" He shakes his headyou're ridiculous. "You're practically deep throating that thing."

"And I'm obsessed?"

"You're the one going down on your cone."

"This is how everyone eats ice cream."

He shakes his head. "No. The way you do it makes me hard."

"You're not—"

He shifts my hips, so my ass brushes his crotch.

Fuck. He is hard.

My blush deepens. "You just—"

"I know."

"Are you always so fast?"

"No."

"So that's because—"

He brings his lips to my ear. "Because you're the sexiest woman in the universe."

Heat spreads to my fingers and toes. I want to have him here. I really do. But I can't.

We're out in the open.

And, well… I have to tell him first.

Ahem. "I can get out of your lap if it's a problem."

"Fuck no." He brings his hand to my cheek. Pulls me into a slow, deep kiss.

Mmm. Griff. Coffee. Chocolate. Sugar.

I sigh as he releases me. "You're good at that."

"You too."

"You have more practice."

He shakes his head. "Don't do a lot of kissing."

"No?"

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