Page 40 of Accidentally Marrying the Billionaire

"You're perfect," I tell her. "So fucking perfect. Come for me again, baby. Let me feel you."

She shatters, clenching around me so tight I see stars. It triggers my own release, and I come harder than I ever have in my life, groaning her name into the curve of her neck.

We collapse together, breathing hard. I roll to the side and pull her against my chest, not ready to let go yet. Maybe not ever.

"That was..." she starts.

"Yeah."

"I didn't know it could be like that."

I kiss the top of her head. "Get used to it."

She's quiet for a moment, then laughs softly. "You know what's funny? This whole thing started because I thought I was playing a game. Pretending to be someone else."

"And now?"

She props herself up on her elbow to look at me, her green eyes soft and warm. "Now I feel more like myself than I have in years."

I trace my thumb across her cheek. “I love that.” I pull her down for a gentle kiss. "I'm pretty fucking grateful I got to be here for it."

She grins—that real, full grin that makes her whole face light up. "You're kind of a romantic, Mike Sinclaire."

“Only for you, Evelyn Sinclaire,” I say, then add, “Tell anyone, and I'll deny it."

"Your secret's safe with me, husband."

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fifteen

Evelyn

I think I’m in love.

Mike’s words had slipped out so casually last night. They hadn’t been a confession, not really. Still, they kept replaying in my mind.

“I want to always be honest with each other,” I tell him over coffee the next morning.

“Well, yeah, I want that too,” he says.

I swallow my fear and just come out with it. “Okay, so you said something last night and I know it wasn’t a confession. But I keep thinking about it and I wanted you to know.”

“Because you think it’s too soon?" he asks, voice rough.

I stare at him. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat, in my fingertips, in the spaces between my ribs.

"You just—" I swallow. "You said⁠—"

"I know what I said." He shifts in his seat at the dining table. His hair is mussed, his lips swollen from our brief make-out session while our eggs were cooking. "I didn't mean to say it like that. In the middle of intimate times. At least not for the first time. I had a whole plan. Words. Possibly a speech."

"A speech?"

"I'm a CEO. I prepare remarks. And I’m on the spectrum, so I go over said words ad nauseam.”

A laugh bubbles out of me, surprised and a little hysterical. "You had remarks prepared?"

"Talking points, at least." His mouth curves, but his eyes stay serious.