Page 194 of Accidental Husband

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Jules beams as she hands over the menu. It's like last night never happened. No, it's more like last night happened better.

Like we both know how to handle this.

I don't. But I'll figure it out. Fast. She only promised the weekend. I can't count on more time.

"If my parents are any indication, then this is pretty married." She turns her body toward mine. "Same restaurant. Same drinks. Same breakfast."

"Same outfit." My fingers brush her pink tank top.

"I have limited clothes in my suitcase." Her lips curl into a smile.

"Limited options that show off your tits?"

Her blush deepens. "Well…" She clears her throat. "It's not that… Exactly."

"Uh-huh."

Her expression gets playful. "It's more that I like the way you stare."

"I have more where that came from."

She laughs. "I, um, I like that one idea too. Doing it again, I mean."

I arch a brow.

"About you. Ahem. On my. Ahem." She nods to her chest. "It was hot."

Hell yes. I have to bite my tongue to keep my thoughts in line. I know exactly what she's saying. I can make this easy. But I'd rather make her blush. "What do you mean, baby?"

"You know what I mean."

I shrug like I don't have a clue.

"Okay, well, if you don't get it, we can just not do that. I mean, I was thinking about dropping under the table—"

"You were not," I say.

"Okay, not here. But maybe tonight. If we go out to some bar. I think… that could be hot, yeah?"

Fuck yeah. "I need to see it."

"Huh?"

"To see you."

"To see me as you come on my chest?" Her hand goes to her mouth. Her entire face turns red. "Oh my God. You… I… I knew you knew."

"Maybe."

"You did too." She play swats me. "You're impossible."

"Thanks."

"And a total pervert." She shakes her head with mock horror. "It's always sex with you."

"I brought this up?"

She nodsuh-huh.

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