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She narrowed her eyes at him. He was playing dirty, and he knew it. Well, she hoped he enjoyed sleeping next to a block of ice, which is what she planned to become when they shared a bed. But she reminded herself again, Charles had pointed out he was going to lose hundreds of millions of dollars—sums she couldn't even imagine—but he had accepted her counter-offer despite it.
She still couldn’t believe he had agreed to her terms. Her offer was so out there, he really should have laughed at her, then told her to get lost, he'd find himself another virgin to purchase.
So in order for him to sign their new contract, she had to live with him for a month and sleep in his bed. She may have been internally freaked out when she heard his condition initially, but now that she had her ground back, she knew she had nothing to worry about, whether he slept naked or not.
“Then you’ve forced my hand, and I’m bound to accept that condition, Mr. McLeod.”
“Good. Both parties are in agreement about the sleeping arrangements,” Charles said. “When you say “woo,” Kensley, can you elaborate on what Hunter can and can’t do for clarity's sake if you please?”
“Sure,” she said. She reached for a pen and started listing in numerical order the things he was allowed to do in order to court her on the blank side of her one-page contract.
First, take her to dinner. That was followed with, buy her gifts. Not that she cared for any, but she had to put something down. Any grand gestures, such as donating to her favorite charities and helping at the homeless shelter she volunteers at. Open the door for her. Give her friend, Marcy Jensen, time off. She was basically just pulling things out of thin air since she didn’t think she was going to have to elaborate on what she meant. Surprise her with chocolate and foot rubs she added.
Foot rubs?
She desperately wanted to scratch that one out, but it would show a sign of weakness, so she left it.
“That’s about the gist of it,” she said, but before she could pass the sheet of paper to Charles, Hunter reached for it. His eyes roved over her suggestions for a few seconds before he reached for the same pen she had used and struck a bigxover her handwriting.
What?
Frowning heavily, she watched his hand flow across the page. But neither she nor Charles could make out what he was writing.
He handed it back to her, and she gasped so loudly that she wondered how she hadn’t been propelled straight out of her seat. Her mouth dried, and her throat thickened. The constant humming heat under her skin at his presence transitioned into flames. She squeezed her thighs together so tightly to stop herself from squirming, but that only brought into reality the wetness of her panties.
Oh, dear.
Next to her own struck-out rules for wooing her, Hunter McLeod had written his.
Kiss and touch you whenever I please.
Tie you up whenever I want.
Demand that you kneel for me.
Use anything I want on you.
Strip off your clothes, suck your nipples into my mouth, then sink my teeth into them next.
Spread your legs, then dip my tongue into your pussy until you quiver all over and come in my mouth.
Part your lips with just the tip of my cock until you beg me to let you bleed for me and give me what I want.
From there, her mind just continued to go blank. All she could hear in his office was her own embarrassing attempts to get her breathing under control. Every part of her sizzled. She could actually feel her pupils dilate. Was that even possible to feel? Images of him doing all that to her flooded her mind.
Her gaze zeroed in on his lips -those delectable, strong, and stern lips-, and she couldn't hide the pebbling of her nipples straining against her blouse; not from him.
She slid her tongue over the bottom half of her mouth, feeling parched and breathless. What did he taste like? Money? Power?
He leaned back in his chair and wiped at the edge of his lips as if he had kissed her and she had wet his mouth.
“Kensley,” Charles' voice peered into her brain like an echo, putting him trillions of light years away. “Kensley? You all right? Can I get you some water?”
She forced her brain to switch itself back on. Frantically, she searched for her Ice-Maiden personality and found her in tatters too. She was on her own now.
Okay, just breathe. You’re all right. Everything is fine.
