Page 13 of Conveniently Yours

I stare at him in wonder. How the hell did his investigator get that information so quickly? "Yes, it's for the shelter. The last sponsor died recently, and his children don't want to donate any longer. But Evelyn needs the sponsorship money to continuehaving the shelter open. If we don't, the animals will end up euthanized."

"Tell me why this shelter means so much to you?" he asks me, there's pure curiosity in his voice.

"Evelyn, the owner, she's become like a second mom to me. She helped me so much through my pregnancy and with Brandon. It's because of her that I was able to finish college and get my degree. She's an amazing woman, and I love her dearly. I want to repay her kindness. She helps the animals that have been abandoned and hurt, she gives them a second chance at having a family."

He nods. "I'd love to meet her."

I smile. I would adore that. I know Evelyn would love Axel and vice versa. A low meowing sound hits the room, and I glance at the door and see Tilly entering the room.

"You got her from the shelter?" Axel asks, and I nod. "Is she friendly?" Before I can answer, Tilly walks over to him, sniffs at his arm and then pounces onto his lap where she curls up and releases a satisfied huff. "That's a yes, then."

I release a soft laugh. "Yeah, she's really friendly."

He sobers, and my heart stutters. "You asked what happens next, and I have a proposition of such."

I raise a brow, wondering where the hell he's going.

"I'll make a contract stating AllBeck Management will be the sponsor of the shelter, we'll donate every year."

"But?" I ask, knowing there's a catch.

"You work solely for me, the daycare is a huge bonus to us for Brandon, and we'll know he’s taken care of when we're working. I won't allow you to work nights along with days, Scarlett, that's not happening."

I narrow my eyes. That's a little too easy. "What else?" I demand, knowing that I'll take the job at AllBeck Management, which means giving my current job notice. There's a lot ofbenefits that come with working for Axel, and the daycare being a huge bonus.

"I need to get married," he tells me. "I want to marry you."

I blink. "What?" Where the hell did that come from?

"You heard me, I need to get married, and you're the only woman I want. So, I'll become the sponsor for your shelter, and you'll marry me."

I narrow my eyes. "That's convenient," I tell him, my words hissed at him.

He merely shrugs. "Yes, but then I'm conveniently yours, aren't I, Scar? What do you say?"

I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. "Why?" I ask. "Why do you need to get married?"

He sighs and tells me about what his father and mother did when I left. How he had no real choice in working for the company. He had wanted to escape the rule of his parents by coming with me when I left, but he never got the chance, instead, he had to do whatever his father wanted. Now his father is pushing him even further by forcing him to marry to gain the company and by having an heir.

"So, we get married, then what happens?" I ask. "You seem to have everything worked out. What happens if we hate each other? Then what?" I can't have Brandon hurt by this. He's the most important person in my life, and I'm not going to do anything to jeopardize his happiness.

Axel brushes a stray hair from my face, his fingers caressing my skin. "Trust me," he murmurs. "I could never hate you, Scar. You're all I have ever wanted."

My heart sings at his words. He's all I have ever wanted too. He's the only man I have ever dreamed of. I press closer to him, my heart pounding as his lips descends on mine. It's as though time stands still, and the world stops.

His hand slides into my hair, and I run mine along his shirt. There's a heat between my legs that makes it hard to think. God, it's been so long since we've been together. Five years and it's as though it was yesterday.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I cling to him, my nipples pebble beneath my top, my pussy aches, and I’m panting. The need to have him hits me like a freight train, taking my breath from me in one fell swoop. "Please," I pant as I pull my lips from his. "Axel, please."

He pulls back, his eyes flaring with hot need, I've never seen him look so determined. "Strip for me, baby," he says through clenched teeth. "I want to see your sexy body."

With trembling hands, I do as he says. My heart is beating against my chest as I scramble to get my clothes off. But I manage to do so, thankfully, somewhat gracefully. "You too," I tell him, needing to see him also.

He strips in a flash, his cock springs to life as he pulls his pants off. It's thick, heavy, and a lot bigger than I remember.

He grins as he pushes me onto my back so I’m lying on the sofa. "Going to play now, baby," he tells me as he pushes a finger of my sleek wet heat, and I release a long groan.

“God, Axel,” I whimper as I grind down against him.

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