He staked his life for his country. He carries the weight of the teammates he lost on mission. And he wears the watch his grandfather gifted him. The same watch which saved his life. It reveals loyalty, and a depth of sentimentality, even romanticism, I would have not expected from him.
He’s pushed me to grow and encouraged me to take on more in my role. He’s indicated that he sees me as his successor.It’s very rare that someone does that.
Oh, and also, he wants to use his inheritance to do good.Andhe’s ridiculously attractive.
The man’s a freakin’ unicorn.
Not to mention, he came to my rescue when my ex dumped me. He helped me salvage my dignity.
So no, it won’t be a problem liking him. If anything, I’m sure the more I get to know him, the more I’m going to fall for him.
“And would we share the same bed?” I manage to keep my tone even, but my body betrays me. My nerves coil. I squeeze my thighs together.
The thought of lying beside him, feeling his warmth, his breath, his scent. Of us making love. Of him fucking me? Oh my God. It’s the most erotic thought ever.
“You’ll be my wife. You’ll share of everything I have. Including my bed.”
My insides melt. My brain cells might have dissolved. When Brody Davenport growls ‘my wife,’ it’s the height of possessiveness.It makes my pussy throb, tightens my nipples, and ignites the blood that runs through me veins.
I shove aside the X-rated images in my head and manage to bring my attention back to the present.
“What about love?” I throw that out because, surely, he can’t have a glib answer to that? “You said you don’t believe in love, and that you’d rather keep your life clear of such entanglements."
The light in his eyes dims. “I did and I stand by it.”
“Oh.” I lower my chin. My stomach bottoms out, and I feel a strange disappointment in my chest. It’s what I expected him to say. And it’s not like I’m marrying him for love either.
So why did I hope that he’d say that he wants to marry me because he wants me?
“But—” He narrows his gaze on me. “We can have a good marriage. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you never lack for anything. I’ll put your happiness and that of any children we have before anything else. Surely, that should count for something.”
“Children?” I squeak.
I’ve thought of having children, but at some point in the distant future. I didn’t think I’d be discussing it with my boss…who proposed that I marry him.
“I understand you’ll need to think about that, and that’s okay. I’m not in any hurry there. And if you decide you don’t want them, I’ll understand.”
“Hold on, you’re going too fast for me.” I rub my temple.
“Your wedding date is less than two weeks away, so we don’t have much time left.”
“Don’t remind me.” I hunch my shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
I peek up at his face and find his expression is one of genuine contrition.
“But we do need to get the planning for the wedding underway, if we want to make this happen.”
My head spins. I’ve been planning my wedding on my own. And now my boss, who I might be marrying, is offering to plan it with me?
“But… What if we’re not compatible?”
He stares, apparently not comprehending what I’m saying.
“In bed. What if we’re not good together?”
He chuckles, then bursts out laughing. It’s a full-bodied, deep laugh that rolls up his belly. It lightens his features and makes his eyes sparkle, and he looks so fucking handsome. My heart trembles. My thighs quiver. My whole body feels like it’s been caught in a tidal wave of some kind of attraction, which threatens to topple me over. It’s so unfair that everything this man does, I find attractive.
