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Tyler takes his phone from his pocket and taps away at it. “Holy fuck, Goose. This guy is fucking gorgeous,” he announces only a few seconds later. “Have you seen that jawline? Wow! Come to Daddy.”
He blows out a breath. “I mean, I’ll marry the guy if you really don’t want to.”
“Thank you, Tedward,”
“Tedward is lovely,” she says, cutting through my inappropriate thoughts.
“Yeah, I do my research too, Iceman.”
She leans closer, and her breath dusts over my cheek, making my already twitchy cock stiffen. “I’ll let you in on a little secret about me, Nathan. Top Gun is one of my favorite movies, and I always preferred Iceman to Maverick.”
If she wants to play, we’ll play.
“But you are pint-sized, Spitfire. And you are most definitely a siren.”
“Actually …” He takes a half step forward, herding me back until I’m pressed against the wall and his body is only inches from mine. So tantalizingly close that I smell his masculine scent—cologne, whiskey, and fresh air—and it makes the spot between my thighs ache. “I think I saw some paparazzi right over there.” He jerks his head backward, and I peer over his shoulder.
He shrugs. “I think you should kiss me anyway. Just to be sure that this looks like a real date to anyone who might see.”
I plant my hands on his chest and press a soft kiss on his cheek. “Goodnight, Mr. James.”
I climb inside, holding my dress at the back so I don’t flash him my matching pink panties, and I’m sure I hear him mutter a curse under his breath.
“Oh, come on,” I huff, rolling my eyes. “We’re alone in the Central Park Zoo, watching the sunset and eating ice cream. If we were on a real date, I’d be riding you like a rodeo bull already. You know you have game.”
I roll my eyes and continue. “Women have to worry about all kinds of things. Should I wax? Do I wear the sexy panties or the ones that will hold in my stomach if we go for pasta? Is he going to think
I’m easy if I put out? Will he think I’m a prude if I don’t? Is he going to turn into an asshole if I run into a guy friend? Is he all about that possessive big dick energy, and if so, does he have the equipment to back it up?” I stop talking, aware I’m babbling and also guilty of stereotyping.
“If this was a real date, Miss Edison, I would put you over my knee and spank your bratty little ass for that.”
Nathan scratches the dog’s head and smiles. “Do you ever think about taking these guys home?”
He’s gonna do something.
“Oh, Spitfire, I can do things that would make Bruce Wayne look like Peter Griffin.”
Oh, but yes, I do. I want you to complicate me six ways to Sunday. I bite my tongue to stop myself from saying that aloud.
Nathan James is going to break my heart wide open. And I’m going to let him.
But one thought prevails—I want to be Nathan James’s wife for real. Forever.
“Men who don’t know we’re broken until someone comes along and fixes us.”
“You’re doing such a good job of playing the perfect wife, Mel, but I hope you know that I’m going to fuck you like my perfect little whore as soon as I get you alone.”
“Paolo is clearing out the restaurant for us.”
“No matter how we came to be here, you are my wife, and regardless of what I call you, or how often I fuck you like a whore when we’re alone, outside of these walls, I will defend you and your honor with my dying breath. Do you understand me?”
“Hmm,” he finally says. “Positive for opioids and Rohypnol.”
Thank fuck.
“I love you, Mel, and I would die tomorrow if it means I get to love you for today.”
A giggle bubbles out of my mouth. “I love how you slip into speaking Spanish when you get all romantic.”
I snarl at the memory. “Elijah told me what he did to you, Mel. He’s lucky he’s still able to walk.” She blinks. “But you and I … we weren’t even … You did that for me?” I brush back her hair and press a soft kiss on her lips. “I would die for you, corazón, so I’d sure as fuck kill and maim for you.”
Her tongue darts out, moistening her full lips. “Crawl to me.”
“Good boy,” she says, and I nip at her soft flesh, making her yelp. “Don’t push me, corazón.”
Leaning forward, I press my lips to her ear. She clings to me, fingertips grasping at the lapels of my suit jacket. “Catch your breath, corazón, because I’m gonna bend you over this table and fuck you so hard that you might just regret making me crawl to you.”
When he turns to face me, he has a wicked grin on his face. “Surely you’re not forgetting our tradition, corazón.”
