Page 21 of Rekindling Desire

“What upset you?”

“Gloria Wilmott called an executive board meeting for nine tomorrow morning.”

Ella inhaled and nodded. “What do you think our chances are of pulling some strings at city hall?”

“What strings?”

“We need our marriage license, and we need it today. I don’t know many court clerks who work on Sunday.”

I eased a bit of the pressure on my molars.

Pulling strings.

Getting favors.

My life was spinning out of control, but I still had tricks up my sleeve—well, if I was wearing sleeves. “We’re getting that license today.”

“You sound confident.”

“As confident as I am that tonight, you’ll be screaming my name back in Carmel.”

Ella snagged her lower lip with her teeth. “I’m not sure about cohabitation. I mean…five months, remember? Keeping this marriage a secret.”

Stepping closer, I lifted her chin. “You’re mine. Today we’ll have the license to prove it. I don’t give a damn if we’re at my place or yours. As of sometime early this morning, they both became ours.”

She opened her eyes wide. “Can Stephen postdate a prenup?”

I stood taller. “A prenup? Are you protecting your assets?”

“Yours.”

Pressing my lips together, I shook my head. “Tell me, did you marry me for my money?”

Ella’s smile turned sultry. “Yes, and for your cock. Especially for your cock.”

“We’ll work this out. One thing at a time.”

“I didn’t marry you for your money,” she said, “and I’m willing to sign a prenup to prove that.”

I tugged at the sheet as the rich aroma of coffee awakened my taste buds. “I’ll make you a deal.”

Ella gasped as the sheet fell to the floor. “Damien.”

“Walk that sexy ass over to the coffee while I call Johnathon and get things moving with the marriage license.”

“That’s not a deal. What do I get?”

“My cock whenever and wherever you want it.”

She hummed and tapped her finger on her chin, pretending to think over my offer.

“Oh, one more thing,” I said as I leaned down to give her a kiss. Just as quick, I reached for her elbow and spun her away. My hand landed with a loud slap to her ass.

“Ow,” she squealed as she jumped away.

“Now I get to watch that sexy ass with my handprint in bright red.”

Her eyes sparkled as she backed away from me. “You used your right hand. Did it hurt?”

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