Page 67 of What If I See You

With a closed-lipped smile, he nods and answers, “Yep.”

“Okay. I appreciate it. Thank you.”

I notice when he turns back around he drags his hand over his face almost as if he thinks if he closes his eyes and reopens them, he’ll be able to forget about the oversized dildo suction cupped to my shower wall.

But I have a feeling that was a sight he’ll not soon forget.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

GRIFFIN

“Good news!” Marlee Remington, the Operations Manager for the Stars, smiles happily at Layken and I as we wait for our hotel room key cards. She dangles two cards in front of us and giddily explains, “Since you two didn’t have a honeymoon I’ve booked you in the honeymoon suite for each night!”

She hands one card to Layken and one card to me.

Fuck.

I didn’t think about our hotel rooms.

I hope she’s not too upset with the idea of sharing a room together.

But also, I hope there’s only one bed so we’re forced to snuggle.

“Together, you mean?” The words fly out of Layken’s mouth before I can catch them.

I glance at her with an intensity that saysDon’t forget we’re married and this is what married people doand then I laugh. “Really, Naughty? Are you trying to get rid of me already?” I playfully hook my arm around her waist and kiss her temple. “Marlee I hope the honeymoon suite has a doghouse because I must be in it already.”

Marlee’s gaze slides to Layken but she recovers from her near lethal mistake and laughs right along with me. “I’m just kidding, babe,” she says before kissing my cheek lightly. “But also, if you snore like you did the other night, I might make you sleep in the closet, because I did not sign up for that.”

Sure. Okay.

I’ll take the blame.

But if you’re going to dish it out…

“Pretty sure that was implied in that for better or worse part, but don’t you worry,” I wink at her, “I’ll make sure to give you a good workout so you’re good and tired and can sleep peacefully through the night.”

Her jaw drops and she whacks me playfully on my upper arm.

“Griffin Ollenberg!” She gestures to Marlee still standing with us. “Marlee does not want to hear about how horny you always are or what you plan to do about it.”

You’re right about that sweetheart.

I’m always horny when you’re around.

Especially with visions of you and the gargantuan sized dildo hanging out in your shower.

Holy hell that was an unexpected sight the other night.

And now it lives rent free in my head.

“It’s fine,” Marlee laughs, waving her hand. “I’ve been around these guys for a long time. I get it. They’re horny toads. Really they’re lucky they’re nice guys or I would think they’re all disgusting.”

I scoff playfully as if she’s insulting me but Marlee points at me before I can say anything, and tells me, “And if you really do snore that loudly, you sure as hell better take your girl to Pound Town before your head hits that pillow. She deserves that much for putting up with your crazy.”

She sure as hell does.

And if I knew she felt the same way, I would give her the ride of a lifetime.

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