Page 90 of Accidental Husband
But not yet.
Right now, I believe in magic. In fairy tales. In perfect.
Tonight is magic. We must have a fairy godmother somewhere. Or a genie. I don't know. But I do know how this one goes.
When the clock strikes midnight, the magic fades. The coach turns into a pumpkin. The gorgeous gown disappears.
Sure, we're not literally living Cinderella. We have until sunup. But the idea is the same.
One perfect, magical night.
Then everything goes back to normal.
Or maybe it falls apart. I might lose him tomorrow. He might wake up and realize he made the biggest mistake of his life.
I can't worry about that now.
Right now—
Right now is really fucking good.
"Where you going, baby?" His voice drops to a low command.
It makes my sex clench. I need our bodies intertwined again. I need to soak up all the magic.
We're best friends. We can't keep doing this. We only have until the spell ends.
"Jules?" His fingers brush my forearm. My wrist. The scars covered with his design. "You okay?"
I stare into his dark eyes. They're filled with this perfect mix of enthusiasm and affection. He wants to show me the world. But he'll stop if that's what I need. He'll hold me if I want to cry. (And God knows I will want to cry if I keep downing tequila). "I am." Maybe I won't be okay tomorrow, but right now, I'm basking in the afterglow. The actual glow. Whatever I call it.
"You need something to drink?"
"Only if it comes in an oversized container shaped like—"
"A dick?" His eyes light up.
"Ideally. But anything phallic works."
His smile spreads over his cheeks. It screamsI love you. I know you. I need you. And most of all, I really, really want to fuck you. "I'm about to make your dreams come true."
"Are you?"
He nodshell yesand motions to the door.
The driver—what the hell is his name?—pulls the door open and offers his hand. "You've arrived."
I slide out of the car on my own. "Thank you."
Griff follows. "We'll call when we're ready."
The driver nodsof course, shuts the door, slips into the auto. He says nothing about our activities. I guess he is used to it.
"This phallic enough for you?" Griff motions to the sky.
We're at the base of an enormous tower. The Stratosphere Hotel. Its white legs crisscross the entrance. They build to a high base then jut into the sky.
The tower bulges at the head, umm, observation deck.
