Page 132 of Snared

“Can I kiss you, wife? Love of my life?” I murmured as I lowered my head.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I love you, Charlie, Mrs. CH,” I said, then I sealed my lips to hers and blocked out everything else. I knew they were taking pictures. I knew the guys were probably laughing.

But all that mattered was that Charlie was in my arms and as fully invested in this kiss as I was.

I slanted my head to deepen the kiss and swallowed her soft moan as my tongue licked inside her mouth, tasting her. She was finally back in my arms, exactly where I wanted her to be.

Someone cleared their throat, and I gave Charlie one last quick kiss before pulling back.

“People usually have to pay for that kind of show, CH,” Jax said.

The fucker was grinning when I looked over at him with a glare.

“Okay, okay. Show’s over. They’re madly in love and it’s real, and now you need to go away.” Tristan motioned at the paparazzi with a shooing gesture.

“Charlie,” Troy yelled.

Seriously. That man was still here?

I turned and stared him down, smirking at the fact that he looked far more worse for wear than I did. Asshole deserved it and more.

“Go away, Troy. There is nothing between us and hasn’t been in a long time,” Charlie replied.

I squeezed her against me, refusing to let her go, and we turned to head up the stairs into her building.

“So is someone going to tell us what the fuck that was about?” Bash asked from behind us.

“Maybe we should give them some alone time. I think they need it,” Cassie said.

“I knew I loved you,” I told her.

“You have your own girl,” Bash grumbled good-naturedly.

“I feel like we’re missing something,” Tristan said when we got to the lobby.

“I’m happy Josh finally got his head of out his ass and realized he needs to be in New York with me—I mean, with us,” Jax teased.

I shook my head at him. “You never change.”

“And you’re welcome for that. I’m perfect,” Jax bragged.

“Okay, everyone. Glen has the car around back. Let’s leave these two alone and you boys can go back to the studio,” Cassie said, still wrapped in Bash’s arms.

“That sounds like a great plan. I think I’m going to miss practice today, okay?” Charlie smirked.

“Don’t need details—wait, yes, I do,” Jax sang.

“Go home. We’ll get back to recording tomorrow,” Charlie said. “As long as our manager is okay with that, I mean.”

“Oh, he’s absolutely okay with that,” I said, steering her toward the elevator. I lifted a hand up behind my head toward Cassie and the guys. “Don’t bother us until tomorrow.”

“TMI, dude. TMI,” Tristan said with a laugh.

Bash chuckled. “Seems like she’s still happy with you, man. Glad we don’t have to kill you, CH.”

“Don’t threaten my husband,” Charlie said as we stepped into the elevator and the doors shut in front of us.

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