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!"

was about to leap out of the car when, in an unexpected

thin layers of clothing,

warmer.

Judson, their faces just inches apart. Her clear eyes met his deep, unfathomable gaze, and she felt something flutter inside her. Her

get so into it when we kiss," Judson said, his eyes intense, almost as if he wanted

her. "You're lying.

Nancy, you're mistaken. We kiss all the

cupped the back of her head, gently pulling her closer for

was held firmly, giving her no chance to resist. Their lips

he had

widened, stunned. Her mind, already clouded

the kiss, gazing at her with reddened eyes. His usually composed face now

and you touch me like this," he said, guiding her hand to his abs. Her palm rested against his warm skin, feeling the

jerked her hand back as if she'd been shocked, her cheeks flushed red, either from the alcohol or the heat

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