Well Hung

A sexy office romance meets accidentally-married-in-Vegas story I swear I've been a good boss. And a good boss resists his sexy, smart and thoroughly charming assistant. But then, Natalie and I travel to Vegas for a job. Yeah, you've heard this one before. Bad news on the business front, drowning our sorrows in a few too many Harvey Wallbangers, and then she's telling me she's been crushing on me for months. Bam. All my resistance crumbles, and we're testing the strength of the Titanic slot machine at the Flamingo (don't ask). Before I can make her say "Oh God right there YES " one more time, we're both saying the big yes at a roadside chapel in front of an Elvis impersonator. We'll just untie the knot in the morning, right? Easier said than done. Thanks to a paperwork snafu, we fly back to New York as Mr. and Mrs. Off-Limits. The trouble is, I don't know how to keep my hands off my wife. Or to stop romancing her. Learning what makes her tick. But the more we fall back into each other's arms, the more I don't want an ex-wife.