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“Because your dirty mouth makes me want to strip you down right this second and fuck you until you scream.”
For some reason his admission and the evidence of his erection pressed against me makes me squirm against him.
Linc shakes me gently. “Stop, Lottie, or I swear to God I’m going to spread you on that table and fuck some sense into you.”
I still before wrenching out of his arms, my heart pounding a staccato in my chest.
“Secondly, I’m not paying three million for a fuck. I’m paying it to get the job that should rightly be mine. So don’t flatter yourself. You’re just the icing on the cake, not the actual cake.”
For the second time at the hands of this man, humiliation warms my cheeks, tears stinging the back of my throat at the reminder that I mean less than nothing to him. This is just business with perks for him. That’s all I am and all I ever will be, and I need to remember why I’m doing this and not let the past mess with my head, and I can’t do that at Kennedy. “I won’t live there, Lincoln.”
“Oh, we’re back to Lincoln now?”
I ignore him and keep my silence, not trusting myself to speak right now. He shakes his head, grabs a pen, and goes to the door of the conference room. His strides are angry and predatory as he snatches the door open and comes face to face with Hudson’s angry face.
“So, you’re a voyeur now, Carmichael?”
“Fuck off, Coldwell, and if I was, I’d know where to come wouldn’t I? That seedy little club you own.”
“Still bitter I blocked your membership?”
“Still bitter the others overruled you?”
“Can we just sign these contracts and stop squabbling like children? I need to go pick Eric up from school.”
Both men look at me as if remembering why they are here.
With both lawyers back in the room the contracts are amended and signed, and it’s now legal.
I’ll marry Lincoln Coldwell on Saturday afternoon and my life will never be the same. I just hope this time around my entanglement with him will leave me better off and not broken.
13: Linc
“I now pronounceyou husband and wife.”
I turn to Lottie who offers me a small smile and feel a heaviness in my chest. She looks absolutely beautiful. She was determined not to get married in a big white dress and although I always dreamed of that for her, for us, I know this isn’t what this is between us. We have a deal; this isn’t real. At least not for her, but for me it is. I wouldn’t say I love her, but it’s as real as it can be for me.
Lottie was always meant to be mine and now she’s legally my wife. I have a year to convince her that we belong together, but I have to stop letting my emotions get the better of me.
Her simple lace pencil skirt is cream, and she’s wearing a pale pink cami with a gold belt around her tiny waist. Three pink peonies in her hand serve as a bouquet and her hair is in soft curls pulled away from her face. She’s exquisite and she doesn’t have a clue that every man between puberty and retirement is in awe of her, including me.
“You may kiss your bride.”
I cup her neck in my hand and pull her close, dipping my head and slanting my lips over hers. She tastes sweet, like honey, and I feel myself drown in her as she opens for me. It’s new and familiar at the same time. She’s my Lottie but also not and it makes me want her more.
A giggle beside us has me breaking the kiss and looking into her eyes, heady and dilated with arousal. I’m breathing fast and her chest is heaving against my arms as we fight the primal desire we have between us.
Finally, I look at Eric who’s handsome in a navy suit that matches mine. Behind him is my mother, beaming wide, my brother Clark, and his boyfriend Gaspard all looking delighted for me. Clark has always loved Lottie and when he heard we were getting married this Saturday, he and Gaspard hopped on a flight straight away. It was my mother, Clark, and Gaspard who made Lottie go shopping for an outfit. If it had been up to her, she would’ve worn a bin bag to make a point and she still would’ve been the most stunning woman in the world.
After the papers are signed, we all head to the courthouse steps for a picture. My mother is snapping away like she’s the paparazzi. After a few shots, I call time, and Lottie and I head to the car I have waiting. We’re not having a reception, but we’re having dinner with my family back at the penthouse.
Lottie frowns as she watches Eric head off with his hand in my mother’s. “Where is Eric going?”
“Eric will travel with my mother and Clark to the house so we can have a few minutes alone.”
“I don’t want a few minutes alone.”
That cuts and I snap. “Fine then how about we cancel lunch and I head back to the office for the afternoon, would that be better?”
