Page 12 of The Revenge Bride

Rhett laughs. “I’m joking.”

I stoop to retrieve the pen.

He winks. “I’m going to wait until you’re ready for me.”

“Well, then you’re going to blue ball it for the duration of our relationship.”

He tuts. “Remember those words when you’re crawling into my bed, begging me to slide my thick cock into you.”

I brandish the pen, pointing it toward him like a dagger. “Don’t bet on it. If there’s any begging, it will be coming from you.”

“Actually, weshouldbet on it. First one to cave does the household chores for a month.”

I roll my eyes.

“Scared to admit you’d give in first and ask me to fuck you?”

“Noooo,” I scoff, uncomfortably aware of my wet panties.

I shouldn’t let his needling me get to me, but it does. It always has. He can drive me batshit bonkers. He’s a sexy god on legs and I hate that I feel a strong pull of lust toward him.

Feeling the need to prove something, I say, “Fine. You’re on. Let’s bet on who’ll give in first.” I slam the paper onto the desk. “First line in the agreement. No touching.” I smile smugly at him.

“Agreed.”

My smile fades and I narrow my eyes.

“I don’t have to touch you to make you want to beg me to take you.” He slides his hand to the front of his jeans and strokes his fingers across the bulge of his cock.

“You’re wrong.” I exhale a short puff of breath, hating how my voice sounds like oh-my-god-do-me and for the love ofchocolate give me an orgasm. “This is going to be an interesting albeit sexless marriage.”

He grins. “Keep repeating that lie to yourself until you’re not horny.”

Rhett

I take my copy of the agreement and fold it into squares until it fits into my wallet. The agreement only has a few lines on it. No touching unless it’s in public to fool people into thinking this is real so that the truth doesn’t filter back to our families. Next, she’d written we needed to share the bills and chores. The last item was to stay out of each other’s business.

Simple enough in theory.

But I have a feeling living with this woman isn’t going to be easy. Not with my cock her die-hard fan.

It’s taken nearly fifteen minutes for my raging hard-on to calm the fuck down after kissing her.

It shocked the hell out of me how it felt to touch her. Like every step I’ve taken in my life was leading me in her direction.

Unease doubles in my gut. How fucking laughable it would be if I end up falling for the woman who thinks my IQ and shoe size are number twins.

Yeah, I’ve noticed her for years. When she’d walked outside at school senior year in her short cheerleader skirt, I’d hoped for a gust of wind. I can acknowledge the physical pull I feel.

But falling for her? Spending the rest of my life with her? I can’t see that happening.

Right now, she’s bending over, tying her shoe and that shapely ass is mouthwatering. I imagine squeezing it as I’m pushing into her.

As if she senses me looking, Lucy glances over her shoulder. “Are you thinking what I am?”

I doubt it, sweetheart.“Uh…”

She nods. “We have a lot to get done before Friday. I need a dress. You need a suit. Then there are flowers…a venue to find.”

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