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“Can you be more specific?”
“I’m proposing we take part in consensual stress-relieving activities to distract us from the pressure that may result from our situation and act as a diversion to usher in creativity and productivity,” she prattled, then chewed her lip.
That was one hell of a word salad.
“So…sex?” He needed clarification.
She flashed a coy grin, held up her left hand, and wiggled her ring finger. “You buy the ticket. You take the ride. Or in our case,” she purred. “You marry the bonbon. You enjoy every single morsel of its marital sweetness.”
His cock came to attention, ready to indulge in every dirty desire their temporary matrimony afforded.
“That’s a pretty sweet deal,” he rasped.
“I’m a pretty amazing temporary wife,” she tossed back.
He gripped her ass and slid her forward. “I agree.”
Wide-eyed, Harper teetered on the edge of the counter, and before she could stop him, he plucked the chocolate from her grip.
“Hey, that’s my bonbon,” she quipped with an adorable pout that had him itching to kiss the expression clean off her face.
“You marry the bonbon. You enjoy every single morsel of its wifely sweetness, right?”
“Yes.”
“That starts now,” he growled. “I’m cashing in on those marital benefits.”
“I didn’t realize I had such a demanding husband.”
She had no idea.
With nothing holding him back and permission to do whatever he wanted, an intoxicating boldness took hold. His mind emptied, and his worries drifted away as the lyrics to “No Fear” came to him. He’d sung them thousands of times to millions of cheering fans. But at this moment, a breath away from the woman he desired, they took on a new meaning.
“Nothing to fear with you sitting here. Nothing to hide with you by my side,” he whispered, singing the first lines of the song against her lips.
“We fly above the pain. Soaring like a bird. Open hearts. Open minds,” she continued as they swayed and set a sensual tempo.
“Baby, baby, when it’s all the line, no fear can keep me from claiming what’s truly mine,” he finished, then held her gaze. “That’s it.”
She cocked her head to the side. “What are you talking about?”
“For the next sixty days, you’re mine to do with as I please, Mrs. Paige.”
“I disagree. For the next sixty days, you’remineto do with as I please,Mr. Paige,” she countered.
She didn’t give an inch, and it only made him want her more.
“Open your mouth, wife,” he ordered.
She watched him for a beat, eyes glittering with desire, then slowly parted her lips.
And Jesus, that mouth.
He held up the bonbon. “Lick it.”
Without hesitating, she leaned forward and ran her tongue across the tip.
God help him.
