“What do you mean we seemed like we knew what we wanted?” Trish was more of a spitfire than I gave her credit for as she stood staring up at a respected judge, doing her best to intimidate him.

Judge Fontenot stood on his doorstep in a Hawaiian print shirt, jeans and flip flops, arms crossed with an amused look on his face. “I asked if you were sure Mrs. O’Malley and you said yes, at least a dozen times. You can ask all of your friends, who, I might add, also tried to talk you both out of it.”

“The name is Danvers. Miss Trish Danvers, Judge.” Arms crossed, she glared up at the man who showed no signs of giving a damn.

“Not anymore. You didn’t want a hyphenated name and Mr. O’Malley agreed that his wife should have his name.” His gaze slid to me, waiting I guess for me to make a scene the way Trish had.

“Didn’t we seem a little too inebriated to get married?” Trish’s accusatory tone did nothing to rile the man.

“You were both of sound mind, screaming for everyone in the ballroom to hear that you wanted to get married and you didn’t want to wait another minute.” Judge Fontenot gave us that admonishing look that parents all over the world had perfected. “If you’re curious, I’m pretty sure one or maybe a dozen of your friends captured the event on video.”

“Video! Oh my god, someone recorded it!” Trish’s shout drew the stares of a few passersby and I put a hand on her lower back to steady her. “Sorry. I’m sorry, Judge Fontenot. Really. It’s just that this is a little much, but now that you understand the situation, we’d like an annulment. Please.”

I wanted to laugh out loud at how quickly Trish reverted to her good girl ways, even if it was just to placate the man who could return our lives to normal. “Yes, that’s what we’d like.”

“Does that mean you two didn’t consummate your marriage? Because I distinctly remember you saying it was time to, and I quote, ‘start this marriage with a bang’.”

I groaned because that sounded like something drunk me would say. “Well-,”

“No!” Trish stepped in between me and the judge. “No, we did not have, um, relations last night. Or this morning,” she added quickly.

Judge Fontenot looked at her for a long time before he nodded, resigned. “On Monday morning you can file for an annulment at the clerk’s office.” Trish’s shoulders sank in relief. “And don’t forget that perjury is a crime, punishable for up to two years in prison.”

Trish groaned, and I bit back a smile. Why I wasn’t freaking out the way she was, I couldn’t say. Maybe it was because this wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to me, or maybe it was too damn early after a night of drinking. If it was anything else, I didn’t want to think about it. “Thanks, Judge Fontenot.”

His smile turned sympathetic as he took in the way Trish leaned against me for comfort. “Listen, Mrs. O’Malley, you have two options. Get a divorce or stay married. You two seem like a good fit, and maybe this is a case of the heart knowing before the brain. Have a good day.” Politely dismissed, the judge shut the door and left us alone on his porch.

“Is divorce really that bad, Cupcake?”

She froze in my arms and pushed away from me. “I can’t get divorced when I’ve never been married, Mason!” Okay, it looked like we were back to the crazy stage of the day and honestly, it was starting to piss me off.

“Wrong. No matter how distasteful it is to you, Cupcake, we are married, and divorce is our only option. Unless… you want to stay married?” What the fuck? Why did I just say that?

Trish looked up at me, big blue eyes looking confused and half crazed. “Do you want to stay married?”

My jaws clenched at her question, and I raked a hand through my hair. “Jeez woman, you can never be easy, can you?”

She barked out a laugh at that. “I think being easy is how this happened. You put those lips on me and I just can’t resist.”

Well now that was good to hear after a morning of unintended insults and total outrage over being married to me. I stepped closer to her and traced a line along her jaw. “Irresistible, huh?” Before she could walk away or dismiss her previous statement, I wrapped Trish in my arms and let my lips take over. No more talking, because that’s where we got in trouble, but kissing, we did pretty damn all right when we let our bodies do the talking.

She leaned into me, one hand curling around my neck so her fingers could play in the hair at the nape of my neck. Her tongue slid into my mouth, teasing and tasting like I was a flavor she just couldn’t get enough of and that, to me, was damned irresistible. “Mase,” she moaned and nipped my bottom lip. “What are we doing?”

I laughed and pressed my hips against hers until those pretty blue eyes glazed over. “Feels like we’re on our way to consummating our marriage all over again.” It might have been the wrong thing to say given how we’d spent the past hour and a half, but her laugh told me she understood. I leaned in for another kiss and she stepped back.

“Keep those lips away from me, Mister.”

“I can’t. You taste too good, Cupcake.”

“Oh my god, I remembered something.” Wide blue eyes stared up at me. “We had sex somewhere public. The bathroom of some…where.” Her eyes were closed as if she could see the night replaying behind her lids. “I said give it to me good, husband and you,” Her eyes opened wide, pupils dilated. “You wrapped both of my legs around your neck so I was suspended in the air and,” she groaned so low the sound hit me between my legs. “You worked your mouth magic.”

“Mouth magic? Want a little more of that magic?”

She nodded with a sultry smile. “Nope.”

“You sure?”

She nodded again, eyes filled with mischief. “Nope.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her off Judge Fontenot’s porch before he called the cops on us for indecent exposure. “Then how about we see if we can catch up with the newlyweds, or the band and get some answers?”

“Okay. Get some answers and then get some mouth magic.” Her full lips parted into a grin, and I was happy to see she wasn’t as distraught as she’d been earlier.

“All you have to do is ask, Cupcake.”

Her blue eyes darkened to black. “Okay. Do you know if we have anymore of that Nutella glaze left?”

Holy shit. If she was going where I thought she was, I couldn’t wait until we got back to the hotel, because the thought of Trish and that delicious melted chocolate together, made my mouth water. “For you Mrs. O’Malley, I’ll find out.” She glared at me. “Too soon?”

Trish’s lips twitched and she poked a finger in my chest. “Just for that, I expect double the mouth magic time before little Mr. O’Malley joins the party.”

I frowned. “Who you callin’ little?”

With an expression as serious as it had been earlier, she shrugged. “Why you, of course, dear husband.”

Damn, good girls really were awfully bad.

Terribly bad.

Deliciously fucking bad.