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Luc checked his sleeve, then removed a microscopic piece of lint from his suit.
A week into his fake marriage, and so far, he’d survived. Barely.
They’d settled into a routine, which meant more time together than planned. After all, she had insisted on keeping her position, to learn as much as she could from it. He didn’t even buy the whole I-will-have-my-own-temp-agency one day charade. As far as he knew, she was still as close as she could to him with a very clear goal.
He’d tried to remind himself that when they rode to work together, and her feminine fragrance wafted around him, or when they returned from work, and he chose to use the workout room to blow off some steam.
Richard had leaked information about him to the media outlets in a timely manner. The gossip sites and even business pages had asked for quotes, and so far, they all bought the story—he’d met Kira a few months ago, and, after moving to the US they decided they couldn’t be apart and got married in secrecy. The whole thing sounded foolishly romantic, but whatever it took to earn his father’s trust.
He wasn’t there yet—his father, smart man that he was, restricted Luc’s authority to the technology part of the business. An immense task, surely, but what Luc really wanted was to have access to the big merger. Why was his father so tight lipped about that?
Didn’t matter why.
What he really needed to focus on would be on how—how to mess it up for Charles Montague. Would be the ultimate revenge, wouldn’t it? In addition to taking the biggest merger of Charles’s life from him, he’d publicly humiliate his father and show the world just what a conniving, selfish asshole Charles was. That included getting closer to Samantha, the current head of France Air. A woman impossible to reach—but he’d get there. Oh, yes, he would.
Starting by attending the ball tonight, in which Samantha would be present.
“I’m ready,” Kira said, interrupting his thoughts.
He circled around to find his wife standing a few feet from him. A primal instinct in him throbbed in his veins. Mon Dieu, she looked magnifique.
Her hair fell down her shoulders in big, loose curls that made him want to wrap his fingers around and feel their texture. A sleeveless black dress hugged her curves until it dropped by her ankles, with another fabric mixed in. The tips of his fingers itched to touch her, to run his palm down her body, to give her curves the attention they deserved.
“Have I met your high standards?” she asked, a trace of sarcasm in her voice, like she was aware of his shameless visual perusal on her.
He lifted his gaze back to her face, registering the kissable red lips. When hadn’t she done it for him? A stir moved through his body. Hot and heavy. “You’ve surpassed each one of them, my dear wife.”
“Good. Because that beauty team had their hands full today. I’ve been plucked, waxed, massaged, buffed, blown out, and honestly, it was all exhausting. I feel like I’m already tired without leaving the house.”
He wished they didn’t have to go anywhere. But, according to Richard, they should be seen at some key events. And tonight, the ball hosted by one of New York’s most prominent families, was one of them. “Seems like you’re getting touched by everyone else but your husband.”
She lifted her chin. “The way it should be.”
A chuckle floated up his throat. “Maybe you’re right. Because we both know if I touch you, chances are, neither of us will get anything done. For a long, long time.”
The pulse in her neck jumped. A thread of satisfaction came down on him, and he held the stare, hoping his eyes would convey all the dirty things he wanted to do with her. “If you didn’t have that silly rule, I’d pick you up right now, and slam you against the wall,” he said, his voice thickening as each word left his lips. His heart thrummed in his veins, pounding all that was alive in him. “I’d push this dress out of the way, but because I wanted you so badly, I wouldn’t have time to fully remove it. It’d be on your waist. I’d go down on you, tasting your pussy, and making you come in my mouth. Then, I’d finally fuck you, while nipping your shoulder, our ragged breaths and moans cutting the air.”
A glint of what could only be arousal flickered in her eyes, and she shifted her weight from foot to foot, as if his words unsettled her. She opened her mouth, then shook her head, and he wondered if she knew she was out of her depth. Could she deny the spark between them?
Kira Jones could be two-faced about the real reason she’d started working for him. She could be a lowkey spy to his father. But something inside him doubted she was a hypocrite. “Seems like you’ve given it a lot of thought,” she said with a neutral voice, but the undercurrent of lust was there.
“Twice a day, in the shower.”
She bit her lower lip. “Do you really have to go there?”
“Go where? We’re at the same spot from before, otherwise both of us would be in a much better mood.”
She shrugged. “Speak for yourself.”
He took a step forward, penetrating the invisible bubble around her. “You can speak too… or better yet, moan. All I need is your—”
“You don’t give up, do you?” She lifted an eyebrow and started moving away from him, walking down the curved set of stairs. He followed behind her, fascinated by the way the bottom of her dress sashayed when she moved, like she was walking on a piece of dark cloud. “Why do you have to say all these things?”
“Words are all I have right now. What good would they be if I didn’t use them?”
“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that. Now, let’s go to this party and get this show on the road. I have a nice book waiting for me when I get back.”
