“I already said I wouldn’t—”
“That was before we were negotiating.” Before I knew I needed this.
“Define sleep,” she demands.
It’s good that she can’t see my face or watch my slow-growing smile.
“It can be whatever you want it to be. For five million plus the car.” I must be out of my mind because I will go higher.
I feel her swallow. Hear her hesitation as she whispers, “Why me?”
No one ever questions my actions. I do what I do because I can.
My free hand glides over her hip and down over the front of her thigh, where my fingers curl inward. I can’t seem to stop them from sliding up the inside.
“Why not? I trail my fingers over the soft pout of her inner thigh, her skin like silk. “Say yes, Lavender. Let me touch you. Let me feed on your soft sighs. Swallow your held breaths and make them mine.”
“Please.” The word hits the air in a soft exhale that sounds like a siren call.
I press my palm to her pussy. “Ah, princess, you’re burning for me here.”
“The p-people,” she stutters, her body jolting forward as I curl my middle finger inward.
I don’t bother looking up. Out on the sun-drenched terrace, men in light-colored suits wait for us.
“Let them wait. They can’t see in.” Would I give a damn if they could? Yes, I decide. I wouldn’t share her for anything.
I slide my foot between hers, widening her stance. Something inside me unclenches as her body melts against me like wax.
Lavender exhales a stuttering sigh as my mouth slides across the nape of her neck. The tips of my fingers slip under her white bikini bottoms, and we both groan.
“How you’ve made a glutton out of me.”
8
RAIF
“How dangerous are you?”
Across the terrace, my new wife lifts her sunglasses to see me better.
I put down my pen, close the leather document folder, and lean back in the chair. After the ceremony, I’d seated myself at the dining table and gave a solid impression of someone engrossed in paperwork. Someone who hadn’t resorted to curling his fingers around the chair arms until they turned chalk white and ached. I longed to cross the distance between us, to lift her from the sun lounger and carry her into the bedroom, picking up where we left off.
But there are two issues with this.
It wasn’t the agreement we made.
And in doing so, I win her body, but I also lose. Because it would be playing right into her hands.
So here I’ve sat for the past eighty-seven minutes, trying to talk myself out of the decisions I’d made.
Messy wasn’t what I’d planned for. My life is fucked up enough. I’d stared at the documents Lachlan left, reading the same page over without any of it sinking in. All I could think about was how wrong this is. And how right she felt pressed against me. Those tiny, desperate breaths she’d made echoed in my ear, and my skin prickled to feel her squirming against me again. She’d wanted my fingers so badly but refused to admit her need.
I guess I’m as bad as her because it took every ounce of my fucking willpower not to push them inside. I wanted her shocked gasp and needed to feel her sweet pussy walls throbbing around me. I would have if she were any other girl. I would’ve have taken my fill, bent her over the sofa, and fucked her right there without a thought for who might walk in.
But Lavender is… not so easy. With every look, she flays. And every touch is like a war waged. And sometimes wars are inevitable, no matter the stakes. But to the victor go the spoils. And I’m coming for them.
“I promise to…”give you my body for multiple seven figures.
