Julia’s POV
“Dolcezza, remember to say I do at the right time,” George said as he drove us to the venue of the wedding rehearsal and led me out of the car.
A playful smirk played on my lips as I retouched the bouncy curls that I had carefully styled to frame my face. “I will try not to say I don’t by mistake, Georgie boy.”
His brown eyes glared at me playfully. “Don’t call me that again, I prefer babe.”
I giggled excitedly. “Don’t be silly, it’s stuck in my head forever, Georgie boy.”
He paused, waiting for the bouncers to let us in before pinning me to the wall, his breath fanned my neck while I swallowed. All atoms of jokes flew out of my system when his bulge pressed slightly against me.
“Your deliberate teasing is exciting my libido, you might want to refrain from doing that
