Page 197 of Accidental Husband

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Her lips curl into a smile.

I bring my hand to the back of her head. Pull her into a slow, deep kiss.

Fuck, she tastes good. And the way she groans against my mouth—

I'm already hard.

This isn't the place or the time, but I can't help it. I need more of her. I need all of her.

She pulls back with a sigh. "Griff."

"Yeah?"

"I… Uh… I forgot what I was going to say."

"Good." I rest my hand on her inner thigh.

She pulls back. When she catches herself, she shakes her head. "Sorry. Habit."

"It's okay."

"I… um… it's our marriage. We set the terms, right?"

"Yeah."

"We're not going to linger onthat. Okay?" Her green eyes plead for mercy.

I offer her what I can. "Not today."

"And, we, uh, we'll have breakfast together."

"Every day?"

"Every day."

"And dinner?"

"Well." Her gaze shifts to her cup. She takes another sip. Lets out another sigh. "I can't promise every day. Not when school starts. But we should have a night. That's ours."

"Saturdays."

"Today is Saturday."

"That's a funny coincidence."

She shakes her head. "So coincidental."

"You want another day?"

"No… Saturdays are good. I just… People know."

"You posted it on Facebook."

"It was your idea," she says.

I vaguely remember that.

"So, um… I woke up to like five messages from my mom."

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