Chapter 139 Beg For It

• Marybeth didn't know if she should be offended by Austin's comment or what, but she'd never turn up her nose at a bubble bath. So she leaned in and pecked him on the cheek, her lips brushing the corner of his mouth.
• "I can get used to this," Austin murmured, spinning her in his arms to give her a back hug. "I can seriously get used to you missing me, kissing me, and begging me—"
• "Forget it," Marybeth said, laughing, as she sprung away from him and dashed to the master bedroom. She rested her back on the door while she willed her heart to stop racing. The man just had to look at her, and she turned into putty in his hands.