Page 77 of One Wealthy Wedding

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You heard me.” I cage her with my arms. “I won’t share you. That bucket list gets done with me or not at all.”

“You’re serious,” she whispers, her dark eyes searching my face. I’m close enough to taste her.

“I am.” I press a hard, hungry kiss to her mouth.

I intend for it to be a mark of ownership, as fucked up as that is, but I should know better. I could never own Cat. Our first kiss was a brand on my soul. I’ll be chasing that high for the rest of my life.

“Fuck,” I mutter. Then I press her into the wall and kiss her again.

She clutches at my shoulders. I grind her into the tile. She meets each press of my lips with eagerness. That, more than anything, is my undoing. I lift her in the water so she’s riding my thigh and slip my tongue into her mouth. She meets me, sliding and stroking, drawing need into my stomach and sending it spiraling through me. Her hands drift, trailing over my shoulders, digging into my arms as I kiss her.

I’m panting, she’s breathing hard, and there’s a party happening around us, but I can’t stop. I can’t fucking stop. I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and kiss her again, trying to show her how much I want her with each press of my mouth. She moves over my thigh. Fuck. I want her higher, where I’m hard and ready for her.

“Theo,” she whispers.

My name on her lips makes me shudder. “Do the list with me. All of it.” I sound desperate. I am desperate.

She pulls back, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. She looks wary. I should take the words back, but I don’t. Instead, I wait to see what she says.

“I do want to be the girl who does everything on that list.”

“I want that for you too,” I say quietly. It’s true.

For a moment, we’re the only two people on the roof.

“Theo, there you are. Looking hot as usual.” A woman’s voice comes from behind me, and I groan. Cat’s gaze jerks to her. It’s Evelyn. I know it is. A model friend of Grant’s who always hits on me.

“Cat?” I ask. My heart is galloping in my chest. I don’t want to stop with Cat. I want to kick everyone out of this party and have her all to myself.

“I’ll think about it,” she says, her face shuttering, before she slips out from under my arm.

Evelyn puts a hand on my shoulder, but luckily, Miles calls my name, and I pull away, stalking through the water to his side, making sure my waist stays below the surface so no one can see my waning erection.

“What was that?” he asks when I draw near.

Cat gets out of the pool, and I track her with my eyes.

“Grant was hitting on her.”

“So?” He sips his drink and gives me a look that says I’m being unreasonable. “It’s not a real marriage. Unless—”

“Don’t start,” I say shortly. “Grant hitting on her is bad for our image.”

Miles laughs. Yeah, even I don’t believe me.

I find Cat in the living room later, curled up on the couch she prefers. Her head is buried in a textbook, and she’s making neat little notes on the paper next to her. She’s wearing pajamas and she looks unbearably pretty with her damp hair and her face free of makeup.

“Studying?” I ask from the doorway. I’ve changed too, and I’m in my favorite sweats.

“Yep,” she says, making another note before she looks up at me. “Come to yell at me more?”

“Nah.” I grin at her. “I came to see the rest of the list.”

“Don’t you have women to flirt with upstairs?” she asks tartly. Her cheeks redden while I watch her.

Something expands in my chest. “You were jealous,” I say.

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