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“You don’t know the first thing about me.” He took my shoes off, which was when I first found out I had blisters the size of my nose from wandering aimlessly through the streets of Manhattan for the past few hours. “Now spill it, Poppins.”
I squinted at him, tossing my head back to bring him into focus.
“Do you fancy me?” I asked all of a sudden.
“What?”He blinked.
“Do. You. Fancy. Me? I mean, would you sleep with me, given the chance?”
He stared at me like I’d left my faculties at Laura’s. To be fair, I might have.
“Why does it matter?” he sneered, finally.
I climbed over his lap, resting my bum directly on his crotch. I laced my arms over his shoulders and puckered my lips, taking a stab at this whole seduction thing. “It matters because I’d very much like to be shagged by you tonight.”
He went rigid, pinning his hands to his sides like the settee had been superglued. His breathing was labored, and he didn’t move a muscle. Other than one, which kept growing rapidly and thickly under my arse.
“You’re drunk.” His voice came back gruff and sultry.
“You’rehard.”
“I’m always hard,” he grunted, looking torn and miserable and, for once, not so cocky and self-assured.
“Well, I’m not always drunk, so we better go about this quickly before I come to my senses,” I bantered, reaching for the hem of his shirt.
He caught me by the wrist, then lifted me up and planted me back on the couch with frightening ease.
“You’re not yourself tonight.”
“Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been this authentic in years.” I skimmed my fingers along his broad shoulders. I couldn’t stop touching him. “Go on, Riggs. You’ve shagged half this world’s population. What’s another notch on your belt?” I leaned closer to nibble his ear, but missed the mark and instead grazed his jaw with my teeth.
Riggs let out a low grumble that made his rock-hard chest flex.
“Duffy.”
“It’s our Christian duty to consummate our marriage,” I urged, licking a path from his ear to his neck. He didn’t stop me, but he didn’t touch me either. “Don’t you want to secure a place in heaven?”
“That ship has sailed. I won’t be surprised if they’ll greet me with confetti in hell,” Riggs drawled.
“It’s never too late. Jesus forgi—”
“I’m an atheist,” he said, cutting through my speech.
“Course you are. My sinful husband.”
“You’re not making too much sense today, Poppins.” He inched backward, away from me. But still, he had that pining look, of a child reluctantly turning their back on a colorful birthday cake.
“But what if God does exist?” I reasoned, internally recognizing that I was probably breaking some Guinness record at being the least attractive seductress on earth. “What if He’s watching us right now? What if it’s a test and we’re failing it?” My mouth fused to his collarbone, where I sucked hard.
“All right.” Riggs jumped up to his feet. “That’s enough molestation for one day. I’m not going to fuck you while you’re skunk drunk. I’m not a fucked-up consolation prize for Cocksucker.”
“But Riggs!” I threw my hands up in the air, whining.
He jammed his feet into his boots, looking extremely pissed off. “I’m gonna let you sleep this one off and never mention it again, because apparently, on top of everything else, you’ve turned me into a gentleman now.”
Oh, no. I wasn’t going to let him go anywhere. He was just going to sleep with someone else. A fantastic idea sprang into my mind.
“Wait!” I jumped to my feet, immediately regretting it. My head swam.
