Page 314 of The Maxwell Brothers
“That was faster than I thought. You’re drunk.”
“Yes, I am. No point in pretending.” Liz didn’t look well at all.
“We have two options.”
She jerked her head back, then moved forward, narrowing her eyes before straightening again and pointing at my face. “Your eyes are glinting dangerously. Is one of those options a sexy thing?”
“Both of them are.”
“Oooh, overachieving as usual. Let's hear it.”
“We can wait here for you to sober up again and order a big meal, or I can take you home and take care of you there. What do you say?”
“And both those things end with sexy stuff, right?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm, I can’t decide. I sort of want a delicious, celebratory dinner. But I also want you. I know you’ll be delicious. I want to lick you all over—making a long pit stop at your cock.”
I instantly turned hard. Right there, in the fucking restaurant.
Clearing my throat, I opened my mouth, but all I managed was “Liz.”
She grinned. “Oooh, being drunk makes me a dirty talker. I’ve discovered something new about myself.”
“We’re in public.”
Her grin widened. “I know. Makes it so much more fun.” Tilting her head, she added, “You look like you’re in pain.”
“That’s because I am. Painfully hard.”
Liz’s mouth formed an O. And then the wicked grin was back.
“I vote we go home. And we can order takeout. Or raid your fridge. Or after I take care of thathardproblem, I can even bake something.”
This woman was going to be the death of me, that was for sure.
I flagged a waiter and paid right away. As soon as Liz rose from her chair, it was obvious that she was going to fall asleep the second her head hit the pillow. I kept an arm firmly around her back, walking at her pace.
She ended up falling asleep in the car and didn’t wake up even when the gate opened, and that thing was extremely loud—I needed to get it fixed.
After turning off the engine, I leaned over to wake her but realized there was a better way to do this. I got out of the car, walking over to her side. Putting a hand under her knees and the other at her back, I lifted her into my arms.
She stirred, nuzzling my neck with her nose.
“What happened?” she murmured as I entered the house.
“You fell asleep.”
“Nooo, I can’t do that. You organized this romantic evening, and I’m….” Her words faded.
I carried her straight to the bedroom, putting her on the mattress and lying down next to her.
She sighed, holding my bicep with both hands. “Thank God tomorrow is Saturday.”
“That’s right. By the way, I forgot to tell you. My family will be coming for breakfast in the morning.”
She blinked her eyes open. “When are they coming? I'll be out of your hair.”
