Chapter 142

"How about I carry you down, sweetheart?" Judson murmured, resting his head on Nancy's shoulder, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Nancy frowned, clearly unimpressed. "You're not my husband."

"That's not true. I am Nancy's husband," Judson declared, wrapping his strong arms around her slim waist, his dark eyes fixed on her lips.

"Nancy, you got drunk and forgot. You don't remember me kissing you every day?"

Nancy paused, clearly trying to piece together the situation.

"Did I ever give you permission to kiss me every day?"

"Of course," Judson replied confidently, his intense gaze never leaving hers. "Nancy, do you even know how we kiss?"

Despite being tipsy, Nancy felt a hint of danger in Judson's intense gaze. Acting on instinct, she reached for the car door handle, blurting out, "I don't want to know!"

car when, in an unexpected moment, she

bodies, separated only by thin layers of clothing, made the

warmer.

unfathomable

trying to run, Nancy? We get so into it when we kiss," Judson said, his eyes intense, almost as if he wanted

within her. "You're lying. I never kissed

kiss all

her head, gently pulling

giving her no chance to resist. Their lips

he

Her mind, already clouded by

as she felt she might faint, Judson reluctantly broke the kiss, gazing at her with reddened eyes. His usually composed face

touch me like this," he said, guiding her hand to his abs. Her palm rested against

if she'd been shocked, her cheeks flushed red, either

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