Page 78 of Accidentally Amy

“Amy’slatte,” I corrected, my heart beating a little faster as his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer. I swallowed and said, “Does this mean youdon’tregret the elevator sex?”

“Regret the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me?” His eyebrows slammed together, and he looked at me like I’d insulted him. “Of course not. Do you?”

I couldn’t stop myself from beaming up at him as relief settled over me like a soft blanket. “Not even a little bit.”

“Good. Now, Izzy, I am more than happy to take you home,” he said, lowering his head to give my neck the softest kiss. “But if you’re interested in a sleepover, nothing in this world would make me happier.”

“What about a lotto win?” I asked, moving my head so he had better access. “I bet that’d make you happier.”

“Wrong,” he growled, scraping his teeth against my skin. “I want you more than millions, though it’s quite likely I’d regret that decision in the morning.”

That made me smile and put my hands on the back of his head. “World peace would surely make you happier.”

“You can’t pin world peace on me,” he said with false indignation, his fingers unbuttoning the top button on my pirate blouse as his tongue licked over my throat. “World peace would of course be sublime, and I would choose it over you because I’m not a selfish monster. But all I want tonight, Isabella Clarence, is this.”

“I cannot believe you remember my middle name,” I said around a laugh.

“It’s so bizarre that it’s unforgettable.” He unbuttoned another button. “Just like you.”

I stepped back—well, as much as he’d let me—and said, “Well, before I can decide on the sleepover, I’m going to need to see Mr. Chest’s chest.”

His hands stopped moving on my buttons, and his head came up. “The chest is a deal-breaker?”

“No, but I just really want to see it,” I said, feeling on more solid footing when we weren’t being serious. “I feel like once we start getting busy, I’ll be too distracted to look.”

“Did you just saygetting busy?” he asked, reaching over his shoulder to grab the back of his shirt.

“It’s better than the alternative.”

“Which is?” He pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it onto the floor.

“Doing the nasty—holyshit,” I said through clenched teethbefore my mouth literally dropped wide open. Mr. Chest’s chest was absolute perfection.

“The nastyis not an alternative at all,” he said, reaching out to return to his previous unbuttoning task.

“How aboutbanging?” I asked, setting my hands on his sternum and slowly sliding them up toward his shoulders. It was sinful and wrong that he should look so beautiful. It’s like they supersized his hot genes when the universe was stringing him together or something.

He was a freak, honestly.

“Too pedestrian,” he said. “We’re better thanbanging.”

“Please don’t saymaking love,” I objected, watching my fingers move over his sculpted pectorals. “That’s so disgusting.”

“I would never,” he said, flicking open my remaining buttons. “Do I look like a douche?”

“You look like a sex dream,” I said, then sucked in a breath when he leaned down enough to drop a hot kiss on my cleavage.

“As do you.” He raised his head, his mouth in a mischievous grin. “This proper bra is incredibly hot, by the way.”

“An optical illusion that really makes my…you-know-whatpop.”

“That’s it,” he said, grabbing my waist and tossing me over his shoulder as if I were…well, something one would carry on their shoulder. I squealed, staring at his muscular back as he said, “If you call your breasts a micro-penis one more time…”

“I didn’t say it that time,” I said, overcome with giggles as my silky shirt slid off my upside-down torso entirely and dropped onto the wood floor. “And whatcha gonna do, Phillips?”

“Not sure,” he said, his arm tightening across the backs of my legs as he started walking. “Tape your mouth shut, maybe?”

I couldn’t stop laughing as he walked through his bedroom doorway, and I said around a cackle, “But then you’ll be denying yourself the magic of my mouth, Mr. Chest, and you don’t want to do that.”

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