Page 62 of What If I See You

“You’re welcome, Naughty.” I grin and then give her a quick wink feeling loads better now that she’s agreed to stay.

We pull into the parking garage and I turn off the ignition. Layken opens her door and climbs out of the car so I follow behind her until we reach the elevator just inside. She hits the number for my floor and the elevator doors close.

“Thank you, Griffin,” she says, turning toward me with a contented smile. “For everything today. I had the best time on our lasagna date.”

The butterflies in my stomach start to flutter all over again and when I glance down at her beautiful face, my body acts of its own accord and I do the one thing I’ve been thinking about doing all night. I cup her face in my palm, slipping my hand toward the back of her head, trace the edge of her jaw with my thumb, and press my lips against hers.

Catching her off guard, she gasps slightly as my lips brush her mouth. Her hand rests on my chest as she parts her lips inviting me to sweep my tongue inside which I do without hesitation. When her fingers curl around a part of my shirt I bring my other hand to her face and tilt her head for better access.

She groans slightly and it’s nearly my undoing.

Fuck.

And just like that, the kiss is over as unceremoniously as it started. Her eyes are still closed but when they open she’s staring at me with both hunger and confusion.

“What was that for?”

Can’t a man kiss his wife once in a while?

“Uh, that was, umm, a thank you kiss.”

A thank you kiss?

Really Griff?

“A thank you kiss?” she asks. “Thank you for what?”

“Yeah. Uh, a thank you for today. I had a way better time than I anticipated and that’s because I had you with me. So, yeah.” I brush my thumb over her swollen lips wishing like hell I would be brave enough to simply carry her into my room and thank her all night long. “Thank you, Layken…for being my wife.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiles. “Thank you for being my husband. And for the record, so far, you’re pretty good at it.”

The elevator doors open and I wrap an arm around Layken’s shoulders. “Right back at you, Naughty.”

But holy shit, I just kissed my wife.

And for better or worse, I’d like to do it again.

CHAPTER TWELVE

LAYKEN

“Will you be taking all your umm,” Ella clears her throat, “well, these?” She gestures to the now open drawer of my bedstand where an array of sex toys are stored for a rainy day.

Or a sunny day.

Or an overcast day.

Any day really.

Picking up on Ella’s tone, Scarlett turns from my closet to see what Ella is talking about. When she spots the open drawer, her brows spike and her mouth opens into a wide smile. “Oooh giiiirl! Yes! She most certainly is taking every last one of those toys with her!”

My cheeks have to be as pink as the shirt I’m presently wearing. “What? No. I don’t need all those.”

“I beg to differ,” Ella says, motioning with her head toward Scarlett. She picks up my purple vibrator. “This one is great for any day!” She picks up the small bullet next. “And this little guy is great to use on him too!”

I cock my head, my brows furrowed. “Hmm. Do friends touch friends’ vibrators?”

In tandem, Ella, Scarlett and Corrigan answer, “Yes.”

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