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He felt it when she relaxed against him and moisture rained from her core. Picking her up by the hips, he maneuvered her to the head of his penis, standing ready to impale her.
Her eyes flew to his and she shook her head slowly. “David, I—”
He slowly began to push into her, the force of his hands on her hips and the trembling in her thighs aiding him. “Shh, shh.”
He pressed two fingers against her clit with ruthless intent and she panted softly, made a tiny, ragged sound as she flooded with moisture and sank all the way down on him.
She fell against his chest and shuddered visibly.
David felt the tight clasp of her body and the sweet electric heat of her hot, wet skin clamping down on him made him shake. She was warm and soft in his arms, and for now, just the intense relief of being inside her was enough. His brain took a walk, and his body and emotions took over. He lifted her hips and forcibly made her take a stroke on him. And then another.
By the fourth stroke, she took over and his hands left her hips and sank into her hair, pulling her face to his, his mouth finding hers. He kissed her softly, trying to give her the same kind of gentle movements she was taking with her hips.
Lifting his mouth, his eyes were on hers when she slowly opened them. He watched her intently and held her face in his palms. “You’re mine. Nobody can have you but me.”
Jenna’s mind and body splintered at the possessive tone. His eyes held hers, and it was enough to push her over the edge into oblivion. Her body tightened on his, her muscles clamping down and contracting on him, and all she remembered when she collapsed against him was the primal sound that vibrated from his chest as he spilled into her.
****
Late the next morning, Jenna came from the bedroom, showered and dressed. She felt slightly more human after a good night’s rest. She was surprised she had gotten any sleep at all, but didn’t waste time thinking of her good fortune. Her nerves were a mess. She had to talk to him.
She found him in his study, through an open door that led from the living area. He was concentrating on the laptop in front of him, a cup of coffee by his side.
She stood in the doorway a moment until he looked up. A subtle difference changed his features when he saw her. A small coil of helplessness ran through her system. A feeling of not being in control of her person, her body or her own free will.
“Good, you’re up. You must be hungry.” He stood and walked toward her, stopping in front of her and sinking his hand into her scalp. A quiver of heat ran through her. He lifted her face and put a gentle kiss on her lips.
“You smell good.” His voice was deep as his mouth moved to her ear and she could feel him breathing in her scent. Serious doubt took hold of her. She could try, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to fight against his possession. She would be fighting herself. His power over her was insidious, already addicting.
A soft sigh escaped her.
“Why the sigh, baby?”
She looked up into his strong, dominating face. The truth came from her lips. “Because I know you’re going to win this fight. You’re not going to let me out of this, no matter how much I argue.” She watched as her words hit him. “Even though I made a stupid, foolish mistake, you think you own me already.”
His hand in her scalp clenched tight around her skull and his other hand captured hers and lifted it high above her head, pressing it against the doorframe, trapping her. His eyes devoured hers. “You got the first part right. You’re not going to win, so there won’t be a fight. You’re my wife,” he declared in a hiss of possession, his erection pushing into her stomach. “But haven’t you figured it out yet? You’ve owned me since the first day you walked into the office.”
She couldn’t control the small gasp that escaped her. Her lashes flew up and her eyes opened wide, knowing her face was flushing pink, her heart hammering from his disclosure.
He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue penetrating her lips and swirling around hers. He lifted his head, studied her trembling lips and slowly released her from his death grip. Retaining one hand in his, he led her from the room. “Let’s get you some food so we can get you moved in here.”
Chapter Nine
Jenna sank back on her heels as she knelt in the huge, walk-in closet in the master bedroom. It had been a long, tedious day. She put the last pair of her shoes on the shelf and slowly looked around. His clothes were all around her. Suits, dress shirts, jeans. All lined up and in precise order. There was nothing out of place. By comparison, her clothes now hung in one small area of the closet, taking up a tenth of the space of his. Her apparel was here now, in his closet, by his command.
The day was almost over. Everything she owned was in his house now, moved from the basement of the brownstone where she had been living. Her stomach tightened.
She had made another attempt at breakfast to tell him she thought that they had made a hasty mistake. He had squashed her attempt at communicating and hustled her out the door and into his vehicle within the blink of an eye.
Jenna heard a noise at the door leading into the bedroom and looked up from the incongruous sight of her shoes lined up next to his.
David stood in the doorway watching her. He casually lifted his hand and motioned for her. “You finished here, baby? I want to talk to you.”
Jenna lifted herself from the floor with an unconsciously graceful movement and turned toward him. He was watching her with a penetrating stare and her footsteps stalled. He reached out, took her hand, and led her into the bedroom where he motioned for her to sit in one of two armchairs that sat in an alcove of the room.
She quietly sat and tried to control the turmoil racing through her. Her outward appearance was calm, demure even, but inwardly, she was a mess. She folded her hands in her lap and raised her eyes to his.
“I don’t want you to go to work tomorrow. Your job is finished.”
Jenna continued to sit silently and watch him. So this was it. She hadn’t expected it quite this soon. She knew he was going to make her quit, but to not even let her go in another day and say goodbye…
He continued, “I don’t want you put in a position where you have to answer questions. You’d get a million of them, and it would be constant. I’m trying to protect you, baby. You’re so sweet and honest.” Jenna felt an arrow of guilt slide through her as she listened to his speech. “I can tell you have a problem with lying, and that’s as it should be, but in this instance a small amount of fabrication can’t be helped. I’ll be better at it than you. I’ll handle it.”
Jenna waited for the pulse of three heartbeats. “I’m not taking the money.”
There was a silence in the room and then he spoke, scowling. “Jenna—”
She cut him off. “No. I’m not taking the money. I made a mistake and now I have to live with it.” She paused. “For awhile. I married you. I get that. Stupid of me, I know. I’ll stay and live up to my side of the agreement about making this look like a real marriage. But I do not have to and I will not take your money.” Her heart hammered and her body trembled as she waited for his reaction.
David stood over her, watching the mutinous lines of her body. For awhile? She wanted to throw that in his face again? Not even two days married, and she couldn’t wait to get away from him. Bullshit. She wanted to issue him fucking ultimatums? He had one for her. “If you don’t take the money, you negate the two year clause in the contract. That’s fine with me. But you won’t get a quick divorce, Jenna. I’ll contest it and you’ll be stuck with me for a long, long time. Your choice.”
“Why?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“Why do you think?” he volleyed back, punching the words out.
“I don’t know.”
He didn’t answer her. He didn’t respond in any way, only continued to watch her.
Jenna felt his burning look boring into her. His scowl deepened and his shoulders squared as sexual heat and aggression radiated from him. His hands clenched into fists
as he tried to maintain control.
Jenna bit her lip and tried again. “Are you saying you want the marriage to last longer?”
“That’s fine,” he snapped succinctly.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I’m sick of you saying that you’re ready to leave. To quit before we even get started. I’m tired of hearing you say you want out, that you don’t want to stay married.”
“David, we don’t even know each other. I’m only trying to be sensible. How can this work?”
“How can it work when we’re already planning a divorce?”
“Are you saying you want to make it work? Like forever?”
“I’m saying I don’t want to keep hearing you throw it in my face every two seconds that it’s short-term. That all you want to do is get out of it and go find some fucker to sleep with.”
Shock hit her full in the face. “I didn’t say that. I’m not—I’m not even thinking of sleeping with anyone else—”
“That’s good. Because you’re not.”
He held himself rigidly, braced for more confrontation.
