She laughed. Because it didn’t matter how much he tried to underline the differences between them, she just didn’t care. She never had.
He sighed. “I wasn’t going to throw out your sunglasses.”
She smiled and planted her hand in the middle of his chest. “You like me.”
“Very much.”
“But youlikeme.” She pushed him onto his back.
“Jesus Christ. Yes.”
“Josh.”
“Monica.”
“Youlike melike me.” She straddled him and pulled her shirt off.
“Oh.” Fuck. “Yeah.”
“I’m supposed to be leaving.”
“You don’t want to leave.”
“But I have to.” She tossed her bra aside and grabbed his hands, cupping herself with them. “You could come with me.”
He groaned. “This isn’t fair.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have a whole life here that I can’t just abandon to go to Italy.”
“It’s really nice in the spring.”
That made him laugh. “I bet it is.”
“What are doing instead of coming to a wedding with me?”
He pinched her right nipple. “Putting all-season tires on pickup trucks.”
She laughed again. “Okay.”
He pinched her other nipple, and her eyelids fluttered half-shut.
“I was thinking…” Her breath hitched, and she rolled her hips. “If you don’t want to come with me, maybe I could come back? We should take our time, figuring out the best way to…”
“Get divorced.”
“Mmm.”
Could his heart handle a protracted divorce negotiation where his wife spent most of the time naked, grinding on top of him?
No.
Was he going to make his heart do its God damned best to survive, because he wouldn’t be able to turn her away? Yes.
“New rule,” he growled, flipping her onto her back.
Her tits jiggled and her eyes went wide.
