Page 112 of Bitter Heat

She shoved at his chest. “You’re annoying.”

“I’ll fire him today,” he said quietly.

She shrugged. “What’s done is done.”

“It’s not done. He riled you up and made me think you were going to back out. I don’t need that shit. I need you sweet, not hostile.”

She made a face. “Sweet?”

“Sweet like last night. That’s how I want you all the time.”

Her pussy pulsed. “Not gonna happen.”

“We’ll see about that.”

He kissed her slow and deep, savoring her. Everything else faded away as he dragged her under a tide of sensation.

“Sweet,” he confirmed against her lips.

“I’m not sweet.”

“You can’t help it,” he said as he raised his head and looked down at her. “I have some calls to make.”

“What?”

“You gotta let me go.”

She’d been so sunk in him that she wrapped her arms and legs around him. Horrified, she jerked back while he gave her a satisfied smirk.

She bared her teeth at him. “Don’t read anything into this. I hate you.”

He chucked her under the chin. “You can’t resist me.”

She tried to bite him, but he retracted his hand. Her teeth clicked in midair as he grabbed the prenup and started out of the kitchen.

“I have somewhere to be,” she said. She needed to get the hell away from him.

He stopped in the doorway. “We have an excursion today.”

“I have plans,” she lied and then snapped, “Why the hell won’t you give me the elevator code, jackass?”

“I’ll give it to you tomorrow.”

“Why tomorrow?”

“You’ll be legally bound to me then.”

She felt the blood drain out of her face. “Excuse me?”

“We’re getting married this afternoon at Tuxedo Park,” he said in a calm tone that made her want to hurl something at his head.

“What?Why?I thought Sarai said there was no set date.”

“I was giving you time.”

She tripped off her stool. “Time? Time for what?”

“To get used to the idea.”

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