With a furrowed brow, I scratched my jaw, squinting one eye at her. “Not following you here, hellcat.”
Willa blew out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping all while she picked at her cuticles—her only outward sign of nerves. “This round includes a PR interview.”
“So? If I can charm the pants off you, I can charm the hell out of an interviewer.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Not when that interviewer is Harper Davidson.”
My brows lifted as recognition hit immediately.
“Yeah,” Willa said sharply. “The same Harper Davidson who spent her summers here as a kid…who moved here last year…who did an investigative piece on yourdad. Sheknowsus, Linc. She knows our history. She knows we’ve spent the better part of our lives at complete odds with each other.”
“So does everyone else in Starlight Cove, and they bought the marriage without blinking.”
“Not everyone else in Starlight Cove is a goddamn investigative reporter! She’s going to be able to sniff this whole thing out. And that means we are completely and utterly fucked. We’re going to mess this up. We’re going to?—”
“Willa,” I said, my voice calm and cool but firm, breaking through her spiral. “We’re not fucked. And we’re not going to mess this up. Yeah, sheknewus, but the only thing that matters is what she sees now. And what we’re going to show her is a husband and wife who are happy and disgustingly in love. We’re going to be fine.”
“We’re not! It wasn’t that long ago when I couldn’t kiss you without flinching!”
“It also wasn’t that long ago when I had you pinned against the wall in an alley and you were coming all over my cock.” I stepped into the space between her legs, gripped her hips, and ran my nose up the column of her neck. “And if I remember right, that was you riding me in our bed last night, wasn’t it?”
She shivered at my words, her eyes heating as she stared at me, no doubt remembering the mind-blowing orgasm she’d had.
I trailed my fingers just under the hem of her shorts, brushing against warm skin. “If we’re gonna be under investigation, I think we need to double down on our practice.”
“Lincoln,” she said, trying to sound stern, but her voice had that telltale hitch I fucking loved. “You’re not serious.”
“I’m dead serious, hellcat. If we’re gonna sell this marriage, then I want Harper to take one look at you and know you’ve been thoroughly, repeatedly, enthusiastically fucked.”
She breathed out a laugh and shook her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
But she couldn’t hide how her thighs squeezed tight around my hips like she didn’t want to let me go.
“I don’t want her to wonder if it’s real.” I slid my hands up the wide openings of her shorts until I cupped her ass in my palms. “I want her to see how wrecked you are. Hair messy. Skin flushed. That sweet little pussy sore from how well you took your husband’s cock.”
Her breathing sped up as she curled her fingers around the edge of the counter like she was trying to hold herself together. Pretending like I wasn’t seconds from pulling her apart.
I kissed her jaw, her throat, her fluttering pulse. “It’d be irresponsible not to prep for the interview. Think of it like a warm-up.”
“A warm-up,” she repeated flatly.
“Exactly.” I pulled back far enough to give her a grin. “So much warm-up, it becomes muscle memory for you. I just wantto make sure when she asks how married life is, you can’t answer without clenching your thighs and remembering how good I fucked you the night before.”
Willa attempted to shoot me a glare, but it fell flat because she couldn’t hide how fast her chest was rising or how heavy lidded her gaze was or how her thighs were already twitching like she was fighting the urge to wrap them around my waist.
“What do you think, wife?”
She huffed and shoved halfheartedly at my chest. “I think you’re an idiot.”
“True. But I’myouridiot.” I grabbed her hand and placed it over my cock. “And I’m currently a very hard idiot with forty-five minutes before I have to be at the bar.”
She swallowed thickly, her fingers curling around my dick.
I leaned in, brushing my lips over hers. “I think we should play a game. It’s calledhow many times can this jackass make his wife come before he has to leave?”
Her laugh was breathless, and the glare she shot me was entirely fake. But the way I dropped to my knees and made her scream was all too real.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
