Page 1 of Insta-Hubby
Prologue
Anna
“Why have you fought it? Why have you said no over and over, when it was what you really wanted?”
Liam’s words come to me like I’m in a dream. It’s like he already knows what I want. Ibarelyknow him, but I feel like he knows me better than anyone ever has.
He knows what I want.
I’m lying in a bed in the most opulent hotel in New York, overlooking Battery Park City. This bed might be the most luxurious in the world damn world.
And Liam knows what I want.
He knows what Ineed.
“Don’t you know you aren’t supposed to wear white to a wedding?” he says, smiling up at me, his chin nuzzling my bent knees apart.
“It’s only my bra and panties that are white. It’s not like anyone could see what I was wearing under my dress,” I say, his breath coming hot over my inner thighs and making my skin prickle with a hint of goosebumps. “It’s not like anyone was going to see me in my bra and panties.”
I can’t believe I’m talking like this to him. When what he says back to me is always sofilthy.
“I’m the only one who’s going to see you in that strappy white lace, baby. I’m the only one who’s gonna kiss you where it feel so fucking good. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I whisper, moaning, my head falling back slowly as he kisses me, his hands and lips moving up my body. “That’s right.”
“Say it, baby. Tell me who you belong to. Who’s your big man now.”
“You are, Liam.”
It was all supposed to be fake. It was all supposed to be so he could position himself as the new President of his family’s media conglomerate.
We both knew welikedeach other, knew there was an undeniable spark between us from the very first moment, but nothing like this.
It’s all going off the rails.
Because his tongue wrapping me up and making my body heat and shake and get so wet -
That’sreal.
I’ve never felt anything more real.
Anna
“This is agorgeouschoice. As you can see, this dress features a low back, perfect for showing off some skin. But not too much, because itisyour wedding day. Now, I see lots of brides, and some of them are going for a more simple, subdued look. Lots of them want a more subtle elegance.”
I turn slightly to the left and then to the right, regarding my reflection in the mirror. The supple fabric of the low back arches in slightly, conforming to my hips, and I instinctively put my hand on my waist, letting my fingers settle into my curves.
“And this is not the dress for them,” I say, catching my manager’s eyes in the mirror.
“No, not at all. This is not what you want when you look for subtle. The lace on the front is a double-overlay, just adding to what would have already been a rich, opulent look.”
“Very rich,” I say, arching an eyebrow at her as I turn to face the mirror.
“The four-layer skirt is fabricated from raw silk. The dress is available in bone and champagne colors.”
“Four layers, huh? Champagne?Andit’s pretty enough to eat.”
“Don’t get any ideas, Anna. Not with that red lipstick on.”
