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Concern builds in my chest, but I focus on my indignation and meet his eyes.

His flawless green irises reach into my depths while his handsome face and full lips fuel the hunger in my core.

I scowl.

Connor Pen will not offer me millions of dollars to marry him and then die from some mysterious injury before he can pay me.

This is a contract marriage.I’m doing this to fund my sister’s treatments and to provide for my family.Emotions have no place in this transaction.

So if the deepest, darkest recesses of my heart and soul rejoice at the thought of being tied so intimately to this man, I refuse to acknowledge them.

He’s the boss I’ve suffered under for eight years after an ill-timed one-night stand and my soon-to-be husband on paper.

Nothing more.

I cling to the lie and don an unimpressed expression as I lift his wrist.

He will explain.Now.

Chapter 10

Connor Pen

Her fierce expression arrows downmy spine and throbs in my balls.My cock jerks in my trousers despite the pain radiating throughout my chest and torso.

“Are you sick?”she demands.

“No, I’m not sick,” I respond.

She lifts an unimpressed brow and gives me an insulting once-over.

My cock doesn’t care about her feigned disgust.He wants inside her.He wants her angry.He wants her gasping and writhing.He wants her no matter how she looks at him.

“Then you must be hurt,” she scolds.

“I’m fine,” I lie.

“Prove it,” she snaps.

Her concern only heightens my lust.

“Have I not already?”I quip with a head tilt toward the door.

My chest tightens.A wet mass constricts my airway.I snag another tissue with my other hand and cough up another wad of bloody spit.

I’ve had worse, but this signals a flare up of an old injury.Uncle Levi knows my weaknesses just as well as Uncle Ronan does, so of course I’ll be spitting blood for a few days.

Hilary rolls her eyes and points at the tissues.

“No, you haven’t proven anything.I’m taking you to the hospital,” she declares.

I drop the tissues onto the table, pull her close, and splay my hands over her lower back to pin our bodies together.She fits so perfectly against me the juncture of her thighs and lower belly cradles my cock while her breasts flatten against the hard planes of my chest.I only have to dip my head the slightest bit to brush my nose against hers.

“Are you worried about me, my warrior queen?”

She tilts her face to the side, avoiding my kiss, and eyes me through her lashes.

“Duh.I can’t marry a dead man.Will I even get my first million if you kick the bucket right after we sign?”she taunts.