Page 19 of The Marriage Mistake

Especially not Lachlan fucking Williams.

Except I do. I so fucking do.

And even though I know it’sbad…butbetween the show on stage and the tequila in my system, I find myself not really caring.

Stop thinking about it, then. Drink. Drink and forget, bitch.

“Could be better.” I take another sip of my tequila. My eyes never leave his while I lick my lips. “Could be worse.”

“There’s no pleasing you, is there?”

“There are plenty of ways to please me,” I say, because I’m drunk, and he’s hot, and tonight has been a clusterfuck, and I just want him to kiss me already.

“Is that so?” His interest is obviously piqued. “Enlighten me then, Sammi. How’s a man like me gonna please a woman like you?”

“If you have to ask, then there’s too much for me to teach you in one night.”

“Funnilyenough…” Lock leans in, licking his own lips. “I’m a fast learner. Try me.”

I’m staring him down like I’m a Great White shark hunting a seal. My focus is purely on him. Him and his lips and that scruffy fucking chin of his.

Try him? Oh, I’ll try him alright. I’m just about to tell him so when Becky and Liam sit back down at the table.

“Oh, my god,” Becky giggles. “That was fucking fun.”

Liam tugs his shirt back on and looks down at his crotch. “Fun enough that I’m going to need a fresh pair of trousers, love.”

Becky squeals and hops on his lap. Round two begins with them promptly—and Lock and I turn our attentions back to each other once again.

“So, you’re saying that you’re easy to please.” He picks up where we left off.

“I’m easy, at least,” I say with a smile.

We take a drink at the same time, eyes locked on each other. My greens on his blues.

He finishes his beer first and slams the bottle on the table.

I barely swallow my tequila in time to feel his cold, wet hands cradling my face. His lips crash into mine like it’s a head-on collision on the freeway.

It’s intense, raw, and passionate. It’s everything you could possibly want in a kiss. It’severythingthat a kiss should be.

It leaves chills running up and down my spine. My arms are covered in goosebumps. The hair on the back of my neck stands up.

It’s unlike any kiss I can ever remember.

‘Remember’ being the key word here.

His lips pull away from mine, and I whimper.

Can you fucking believe that? I fucking whimper it was so good.

When he pulls away, I’m licking my lips just to savor his taste.

I open my eyes, expecting to see him looking at me with that smug fucking grin on his face, but all I see is Mysti and Ladyboy Celine Dion making out at the table across from us and an empty seat where Lock should be.

I look over at Becky. She’s grinning at me while Liam makes love to her neck. I raise an eyebrow. She points at the table, mouthing something.

“Look out below.”

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