“Yes,” he said, “but not tonight.”
I should have pushed him away, but I was still holding my camera. And besides, he was a very good kisser. I moaned as his mouth claimed mine, one of his large hands tangled in my hair, holding my head steady so he could slip his tongue in my mouth. I whimpered against him, feeling dizzy as his other hand traveled down my chest to press briefly between my legs then slid under my shirt and under my bra to cup my breast.
I strained against his touch as he rubbed his thumb over the nipple. My pussy went immediately wet, and all my body wanted his cock in me.
Terrible, terrible idea.
“I’m working,” I gasped, struggling away from him and pulling his hands off of me.
Chris hooked two fingers around my camera-bag strap, pulled me back toward him, and rested his forehead against mine. His blue eyes were as dark as the ocean as he gazed at me, lips parted.
“I want you, Grace,” he said in a low, deep voice. “I’d fuck you if we weren’t in front of all these people.”
“One of us needs to maintain some self-control,” I whispered back.
He gave me a crooked smile. “I bet I could make you lose all self-control.”
32
Chris
Grace gave me a hungry look. She wanted me.
I had a very thin line to walk. I needed my grandfathers’ inheritance money, so an annulment was out of the question. But I also didn’t want Grace to clean me out in a divorce. Telling her there was money on the line meant she would rightfully ask for a portion of it, since she would need to stay married to me and keep up the act.
She might not want anything.
Or she might. I didn’t actually know her.
She seems trustworthy.
But so had Addison. I needed to tank the option of an annulment, but in a way that would keep Grace feeling friendly to me. But not so friendly that she would fall in love and either not want a divorce or become angry at me for using her then make the divorce a living nightmare.
Dad’s right. It’s too risky. Just do the annulment.
But I was a hedge fund manager. I dealt with high-stakes risks on the regular. With this much money on the line, I was willing to take the risk. The annulment needed to be off the table.
And the fastest way to tank an annulment? Sex. And I was happy to have Grace come on my dick while someone handed me ten billion extra dollars.
I trailed my fingers up the strap of Grace’s camera bag to the collar of her no-nonsense black polo.
Reel her in.
“I guess you’re right though,” I told her. “We should spend the rest of our marriage doing wholesome things like watching Netflix and eating homemade lasagna.”
She made a strangled noise as my index finger traced her collar bone.
“Unless,” I said, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “You want me to eat something else of yours?”
She whimpered softly.
“Have fun working,” I said, turning away from her. “And do mind the drunks.”
I strolled away, taking an offered glass of some sort of cocktail from a passing server.
Grace seemed a little stunned when I looked over at her from the other side of the room. I definitely wanted to hit that.
“I can’t believe you’re hung up on her.”
