Page 37 of Big Dick Energy

“What if I said I'd call hotel security and tell them my temporary husband is being a peeping Tom?” she shot back, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes that hadn't been there yesterday.

I was growing on her.

I turned around, facing the window, lifting my hands in surrender. “Okay, not looking.”

The door creaked wider, followed by the soft padding of her bare feet against the carpet.

“Okay. I'm good.”

I spun around, perhaps a bit too eagerly, to find her in the opposite bed from the one we'd shared last night. She’d pulled the covers up to her chest, but I could see the delicate black straps of a silky nightgown and the black lace at the top. Her blonde hair was loose around her shoulders. She'd removed her makeup, and without it, she looked younger. The sight hit me square in the chest as heat spread through me, traveling south.

She was so fucking beautiful.

She settled against the pillows, her gaze lifted, traveled down my chest, and suddenly widened. “Oh my freaking God.” Her expression shifted from shock to appreciation to mortification as she yanked the sheets up to cover her eyes. “Put that...away,” she pointed vaguely in my direction without looking.

My gaze followed hers, and I realized my cock was showing its excitement through the thin material of my sweatpants.

“Where would you like me to put it?” I laughed, dropping my voice an octave. “I'll let you pick.” I winked.

One eye appeared above the sheet, narrowing as the sexual innuendo dawned on her. “In a wood chipper.”

“Ouch, and here I thought we were bonding back at the casino. You know, with the whole defending your honor thing.”

“That wasn't defending my honor,” she said, finally lowering the sheet to her chin. “That was you going all caveman because someone insulted your property.”

I moved to the opposite side of her bed, enjoying the way she tracked my movement like I might pounce at any second. “It was about respect,” I said, my voice serious for a moment. “And no one talks to my wife that way, fake or not.”

“What are you doing?” she demanded as I reached for her sheets.

“Going to bed.”

She jerked the sheets from my grasp like I was about to steal her last French fry. “Not in this bed.”

My lips curved into a slow smile. “Husbands and wives should always share a bed,” I teased, leaning closer until I could smell the mint of her toothpaste. “Otherwise, the marriage could end in divorce.”

“Well, lucky for us,” she scowled, though her pulse visibly quickened at the base of her throat, “that's the end game. Fake husbands sleep in their own bed.” She pointed to the bed we'd shared last night. “Over there.”

Her gaze dropped briefly to my dick before snapping back to my face, her cheeks flushing deeper. “And take that with you.”

I straightened, crossing my arms over my chest. Her eyes darted to the movement, lingering on my biceps for a fraction too long. “You do know that tomorrow evening we leave as husband and wife, right? People are going to expect a certain... closeness.”

“Don't worry,” she sneered, but there was less bite in it than before. “I can play my part in public as the perfect wife, but in private, you're still just Dallas, and this is still a fake marriage. K?”

She shoved a pillow at my chest. “Go to bed, Dallas.”

I caught the pillow, letting my fingers brush against hers. “Sweet dreams, Davidson.”

I crossed to my own bed, very aware of her eyes on my back as I moved. Dropping onto the mattress, I settled against the pillows, then shot her a sidelong glance.

I stretched out, folding my arms behind my head. “So,” I drawled into the silence. “Want to play a game?”

“Absolutely not.” Her response was immediate and suspicious.

I grinned at the ceiling. “Not that kind of game, Mrs. Dodger. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“My mind is perfectly wholesome, thank you very much, and stop calling me that.”

“But it's your name now,” I pointed out, rolling onto my side to face her. “At least for the next few weeks. Speaking of which, we should probably know more about each other than just... well, what we apparently learned last night.”