Page 114 of Sin With Me
"Wait,what?"
"You said you lost the remote to yours, so I had Mattie pick up a new one."
"Oh my God..." My head falls back on the cushion. "You told my best friend to buy me a new plug?"
"Trust me, she was more than happy to help."
"Why am I not even surprised?" I shake my head, cackling at the idea of them having a conversation about butt plugs.
We finally decide on what to watch after he vetoed all my romcoms and I rejected his action movies.
"We can take these off before we start it..." I jump to my feet and then pull him up with me.
"Thank God," he mutters.
"Don't think you're off the hook yet. Under eye masks are next."
"Under what? Why?"
"Because after thirty, we get eye bags, and these’ll help."
Once we dry our faces, I get the eye masks out. "And they're cute."
"Just what I was hopin' for," he deadpans.
"You mock me, but one day you'll thank me when everyone else our age has baggy eyes but you don't."
He smirks. "Are you sayin' you won't love me if I do?"
My heart ticks up at the casual way he drops the L word. I'm not even sure he realizes he said it because he doesn't even flinch.
"No, but it'll keep us lookin' younger. And it’s refreshin’." I grin, placing one underneath each of his eyes and rubbing my finger over it to make sure they stick. "There."
He glances in the mirror. "Of course they're pink and purple."
"I don't know what you're complainin' about. Purple issoyour color," I tease, placing the other set under my eyes.
"Is it?" He purses his lips into a faux kissy pout and checks himself out in the mirror.
"Just remember..." I turn and go up on my tippy toes to bring our lips closer. "You married this."
He closes his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest. "Sure did, and I'd do it again, sober or drunk."
"I think that's meant to be sweet, right?" I wrap my hands around his biceps, holding onto him.
He kisses the top of my nose. "That's correct, Mrs. Hollis."
Oh God, that's the first time he's called me that.
Besides the time he did it as a joke before we got hitched.
And while a part of me thinks that name is reserved for his mother, the other part is totally turned on by it.
"So…” I lick my lips. “Where did you say that butt plug is?"
Chapter Twenty-Six
Wilder
