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I don’t really care to know his plans. Actually, no, that’s not true. I do care to know what time I need to prepare myself for him tonight, so this is good news. I refrain from telling him the later the better.
I simply nod and turn to walk into my building.
“You forgot something, Adeline,” he says as I take my first step.
I glance back with a frown. “What?”
He comes to me, and before I know what’s happening, he’s got his arm around my waist, he’s got my body against his, and he’s got his lips on mine.
Holy hell.
All my senses go into overdrive.
His scent.
His touch.
His taste.
Why, God?
Why must Jameson smell, and feel, and taste so fucking good?
I want to force him away.
I can’t because my hands are full of too many things.
But, also, I actually can’t.
To the world, I’m his wife, and unfortunately, the world is watching.
And for once, Jameson is giving them a good show.
He knows cameras are out, so he’s taking his time with this kiss. He’s giving it his all, including his tongue. And Jesus if it doesn’t feel like he’s enjoying it.
I would be too if I wasn’t hating every second of it.
The problem is that the way I’m kissing him back doesn’t signal that hate.
My body is leaning into his a little too desperately.
I’m giving him just as much tongue as he’s giving me.
And shamefully, I think I just moaned.
Jameson pretty much confirms that when he ends the kiss and looks down at me with a knowing look. The asshole then murmurs, “I’ll take that response as confirmation this should stay on my husband list.”
“You shouldn’t ever assume anything when it comes to me.”
His eyes flash with something that looks a lot like amusement, but since I’ve never known him to be amused by anything, I know I’m mistaken. He’s probably got gas that’s making him grimace. “The only thing I assume with you is that I shouldn’t assume anything.”
Jesus, that’s not confusing. I mean, maybe it isn’t, but it is to me right now. I can’t form a straight thought even if I try. Not after that kiss. Trying to make sense of anything he says is just as hard, so I don’t even attempt it.
“I’ll see you late tonight. In fact, if you come home late enough, I’ll be asleep.” I give him a long, pointed look before walking away from him.
Thankfully, this time, he doesn’t stop me and demand anything else from me.
I think I’d just pretend I didn’t hear if he did.
