Page 69 of One Wealthy Wedding

“Yes,” I bite out. “Giving. Orgasms. As many as I can get from you. Hands, teeth, tongue. The harder, the better. Until I’m so deep inside you that you can’t think. Until you’re begging me because you want to come. I can edge you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

You. Why the hell am I saying you?

She frowns.

“What?” My voice comes out rough and wanting, because I’m an idiot.

“So you don’t ever make love?” she asks. “Wow, I sound stupid.” She gives a mocking laugh.

“I’ve never been in love,” I say calmly. Liar.

“Oh,” Cat says. “Oh, right. Of course.” She smooths a hand down her pants.

“Have you?” Suddenly, I want to know. I want to find whichever man she’s loved and take his measure. What did he do for her to find him worthy?

Her mouth twists unhappily. “Yes,” she says quietly. “He didn’t love me back.”

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Cat

Doing this questionnaire is worse than I imagined.

I’ve never been in love.

Of course Theo hasn’t. But I didn’t need confirmation. Not like that. I should write it on the page so I can get it through my thick head. Theo Archer never loved you.

“Let’s continue,” I say hoarsely. I don’t want to wait for Theo’s response. He’s too damn perceptive, and he won’t stop getting to know me. That way lies trouble.

“Time to drive,” Theo says abruptly. “We’re going to circle the parking lot, like this, and then you’re going to try parking. Most people don’t learn to parallel park until they’re more experienced, but it’s important in New York, so I want you to try it.”

He’s all business now, and his voice makes something twinge inside me.

“I’ll demonstrate.” He presses the ignition and puts the car in drive while I watch. He pulls up to two cars that are parked near the store, throws the car in reverse, and braces his hand on my seat. The muscles of his arm flex under his skin, and I swallow.

Until I’m so deep inside you that you can’t think.

I focus on his face. Mistake. His eyes are bright, and he looks like a model, like he always does, those high cheekbones, light stubble, and green eyes making him into a laughing sex god.

In one smooth motion, he turns the wheel one way, then the other, guiding the car into the spot.

“See what I did there?”

“Yep,” I say hoarsely. My eyes flick helplessly over his body. The soft green sweater, the dark jeans pulling over his thighs. He’s so hot. I close my eyes briefly. I am in so much trouble.

“Catherine.” His deep voice rolls over me. I can edge you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. “Are you paying attention?”

“Yep,” I say again, opening my eyes to find him watching me like I might have lost my mind.

He opens the door, and I get out, slightly dazed. “It really doesn’t seem like you’re paying attention,” Theo says as we meet in the front of the car. “If you crash this car, I’m going to be very annoyed.” He crosses his arms, making his biceps press against the fabric of his sweater.

He smells amazing, I think absently.

I am horrifically, embarrassingly attracted to my husband. At the worst possible time. He never loved me, and I was obsessed with him, and I’m so helplessly turned on by him.

“Fuck you, Theo,” I say, my voice breathy.

His hand lands on my hip. His lips brush my ear. “You wish, princess.”

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