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“She will hope we are.” He shrugged. “And there’s no doubt she’ll like you a lot. And since I’ve been known to make quick decisions—some she considers rash—it won’t be an impossibility. I’ll simply say that I couldn’t wait to have you. We went to a justice of the peace after work—which is where we met. We’re keeping it quiet until after I am no longer the CEO because fraternization is frowned upon.”

He’d thought of everything.

“Of course she’ll press for a big reception sometime in the future. Just say we’re talking about it, and I’ll deal with the fallout at a later date.”

She nodded.

“Which leaves only one detail to discuss.” He lowered his voice, and the timber was rich and sensual, sending a shiver rippling up her spine.

“Oh?”

After standing, he moved in closer. “Consummating our marriage.”

The cup almost slipped from her suddenly nerveless fingers, and he took it from her.

“Go to bed with me, Kaylee.” Invitingly he extended his hand toward her. “I want to make you mine.”

CHAPTERSEVEN

Kaylee told herself she should shout, “No” and ask to be taken home. She shouldn’t consider his suggestion for even one second. Instead she remained where she was, looking up into his darkly enigmatic eyes, aching for a taste of the forbidden.

Since last night, she’d burned for him. Even the orgasm he’d given her at the club hadn’t been enough to keep her satisfied.

When he quirked an eyebrow in a seductive way, common sense fled. Slowly she slid her hand into his.

Frost helped her up then, with his hands on her shoulders, and continued to draw her toward him until they stood scant inches apart, breathing the same air.

“I’ve been obsessing about this.” Then he dropped his voice slightly, demandingly. “Open your mouth for me.”

Helpless to deny him, she did as he said, and he touched his tongue to hers.

He tasted of the sweet cocoa, laced with the undercurrent of peppermint. It was as potent as it was irresistible.

Earlier, his kiss had been tame, but now it was unrestrained, devouring her as he slid his tongue into her mouth, teasing, thrusting.

In his arms, she surrendered, and he pressed a palm to the base of her spine, nudging her closer. His cock pressed against the softness of her belly, turning her insides into a river of need.

His kiss went on and on until her lips were swollen, and every womanly instinct urged her to yield to his masculine power.

Finally, leaving her gulping for air, he ended the kiss and dropped the hand he’d pressed to her back.

As she tried to orient herself, she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Are you okay?”

Am I?And a bigger question was, would she be all right when their fake romance came to an end? “You’re…ah…pretty good at that.” The kiss, for sure, but so much more than that. Coaxing her responses, making her feel safe, caring for her, the flowers, treating her like a princess. That alone stood in such sharp contrast to the way Dwayne had behaved. Even when she was dealing with her father’s death, he’d been demanding of her time. And he hadn’t bothered showing up for the funeral. She had no doubt Frost would always behave in a way that conformed to societal expectations.

“I could do that with you all day long.” His voice was husky with desire.

These moments that they were sharing, tiny glimpses of emotional intimacy, were wearing down her defenses, making him more human, ridiculously tempting.

She wasn’t sure she’d survive Frost’s determination.

“Shall we go upstairs?”

Could she manage to walk that far? The room already seemed to swim around her. “Yes.”

To give herself a moment to compose herself, and because it was ingrained, she paused to collect their empty cups.

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