Lust (Vegas Nights 2)

Adrian smirked. “But technically, I bought dinner.”

“No, Dad. I ordered it, so I bought it.”

“How do you even know how to use the Dominos website? How did you log in?”

Zac side-eyed him. “You keep it logged in, and it’s not that hard when you can read. Jeez, Dad. I’m not four.”

I burst out laughing, despite the tears that were still clouding my vision.

“Well, when you put it like that, how can I argue?” Adrian answered.

“You can’t.” Zac tilted his chin up in victory.

“Do you really love each other? Will you get married?” Lola asked, looking between us both shyly.

I shared a look with Adrian.

“Let’s slow down on getting married,” he started.

“But, but, but, you said you’d marry her,” she shot back.

“Yes, well—”

Zac sniffed. “She’s right, Dad. You said you’d love to be Lola’s dad.”

“I have a great idea. Since we’re all in love, why don’t you two take your pizza into the front room and find a movie to watch? We’ll be right in.” Adrian kissed Lola’s cheek and flapped his hand at Zac.

“We know you’re gonna talk about grown up stuff.”

“No, I’d just really like you to be quiet,” Adrian muttered to himself.

I laughed as Zac hauled a third huge pizza box into the living room.

Adrian stared after him. “I think he bought the biggest pizzas available,” he said, closing down the lids to the boxes that housed ours.

“That’ll teach you for leaving your Domino’s account logged in.”

“Fucking Google saves all the passwords.”

“It’s optional, you know.”

Adrian stepped toward me and touched a finger to my lips. “Stop making sense. You’re making it hard for me to argue.”

Wrapping a finger around his, I lowered his hand. “Get used to it,” I said, staring into his eyes. “Looks like you’re in for the long haul.”

“You mean it?” he murmured, pulling me close. “You love me?”

I nodded. “Being who I am doesn’t change how I feel about you, Adrian. I’m going to work with my brother, but I think I want to go back to school. I’ll deal with my father when it comes to it. But that figure that came with that bank card…I lived without it for years. That doesn’t mean I won’t use it, but I can use it for good.”

“That’s how every good James Bond villain starts out.”

I smiled up at him. “Well, I mean, I’m gonna buy a decent house with four bedrooms and three bathrooms and a pool and enough room for this assy detective I know…”

“Is that right?”

“And I’ll buy a car, and some more work-appropriate clothes.”

He snorted.

“And maybe do something to help people like me…people with no other options.”

“I bet I could help you with that. I have some contacts.”

“I bet you could, too.” My lips curved to the side. “But other than that…I’m still me. I’m still Perrie. And I’m still gonna love you anyway.”

He slid a hand up to cup the side of my face, his thumb hot against my chin. “I’m gonna love you, too, baby.”

He leaned in to kiss me, barely brushing his lips against mine in the sweetest kiss before we heard it.

“I didn’t buy our pizzas for them to get cold!”

“Mommy! I won! Cinderella is on!”

I laughed, burying my face into his neck.

He sighed. “All right, we’re coming!” Stepping away from me, he let me go.

I grabbed him back and kissed him, slipping my tongue across the seam of his mouth, making his groan with the promises of what would happen tonight—and forever.