She’s still staring at me.
She’s not balking at the idea, though.
I cock my head, studying her in amusement. “Something tells me you’d enjoy it as much as I would… if not more.”
She remains quiet.
I add fuel to the fire.
“Tell me this, Michaela. When was the last time you were fucked by a real man?” A veil of lust coats her green eyes. “Someone who knows what you need. Someone who’ll tame that dragon roaring inside you. Someone who will take control from you, forcing you to surrender and submit. Someone who can give you what you crave, but didn’t even know you desperately needed.”
Still nothing.
“If you beg, I’ll give it to you.”
The heat burning in her eyes dissipates.
She snatches her hand away from mine. “In your dreams, König. Hell will freeze over before that ever happens. And begging for it?” She rolls her eyes. “Puh-lease.”
No one’s been taking care of her like she deserves. I’d bet my fortune on it. “Care to make a wager?”
She shakes her head. “I owe you enough as it is.”
“Consider this a bonus. You wouldn’t owe me anything extra for the pleasure.”
She bats her eyelashes a mile a minute.
I’m on a roll. “I can assure you, Michaela, you wouldn’t hesitate to beg for it.”
She flinches, but regains her composure, lifting her chin in the defiant demeanor I’m getting used to. “Don’t get any ideas about our wedding night. This is a fake wedding. We will not be consummating said fake wedding. I was curious about our sleeping arrangements.”
I fight a smile. “We have time to figure it out. I haven’t decided if we’ll stay at the penthouse or the mansion in Malibu. Don’t worry your pretty little head. I wasn’t planning on touching you.”
Something flashes in her eyes. Disappointment?
“I hope it doesn’t mean you plan on cheating on me,” she says. “I wouldn’t want to be humiliated or made to look like a fool.”
How am I going to live with this beautiful woman for one year without my balls exploding? Chances are I’ll jerk off so much, I’ll injure my wrist. “I’m not a cheater.”
“If you’re not going to get it from me… where are you going to get it from?” She keeps talking without giving me a chance to answer. “Are you telling me you’re going to live a whole year without sex? I can’t see that happening.”
“I could ask you the same question,” I say.
She blushes.
Turning her cheeks that lovely shade of pink is becoming my favorite pastime.
“I’ll do whatever it takes for the sake of the hotel,” she says.
Nice way of skirting the question.“I’m a big boy. Don’t worry about my needs.”
Before meeting Michaela Knight, that wouldn’t have been a problem.
Now? Well… it’s going to be a little more complicated.
My brain knows better, but my body…? Not so much. My cock wants nothing more than to seal this damn merger-marriage with a good, hard fuck. I’m desperate to release my cum inside a pussy instead of the palm of my hand. Hers would do nicely. Five months of celibacy will do that to a man. Even before Dad’s heart attack, my schedule was so jam-packed, I couldn’t even think straight.
But this meeting isn’t about my cock. It’s about her legacy and mine.
