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“I have a question of my own,” I say.
He hums.
“I didn’t grow up going to church every weekend,” I say, watching his eyes darken. “We’d go on the big holidays and other times if one of my parents felt guilty about something. But I do know that marriages aren’t deemed legal unless they’re consummated.”
A devious smirk settles against his lips. “I don’t think that’s true.”
I grin. “But it could be.”
Foxx grips the sides of his chair.
I turn away and begin to round the corner of his desk. I’m fully aware that his shirt has bunched at the small of my back and that the bottom of my ass is peeking out from beneath the hem.
I glance at him over my shoulder. “Are we consummating this marriage, Foxx?”
A smirk kisses his lips. “They did say it had to be real, didn’t they?”
I turn to face him, one hand on the corner of his desk. My nipples bead in anticipation of his reaction to my next question.
The insides of my thighs are sticky, and my breath is hot. All I can think about is him touching me, kissing me—breaking the invisible barrier between us that we’ve both wanted to knock down for so long.
I smile at him. “Do we have to wait?”
CHAPTER11
Bianca
“Who do you think I am?” he asks, feathering a finger across his lips.
“What kind of a question is that?”
He drops his hand, smirking. “You just had all that information thrown on you, and you want me to fuck you now?”
“Uh, yes. That’s exactly what I want to happen.”
He stands slowly, his brows pinched together. Hesitation is written all over his face.
One thing I love most about the man is how considerate he is regarding me. He’s kind and thoughtful, and I adore that quality.Usually. Now, it’s proving to be one very, very frustrating characteristic.
I’ve never been able to be so outright with him—so open. Sure, we’ve danced around this topic many times, but it was always within the confines of the limits of our relationship. And it was a relationship centered around work. Not a personal relationship and definitely not one on the precipice of marriage.
“For the record, I wanted that to happen yesterday, too,” I say.
“So what you’re saying is that this isn’t a call for help.”
My core tightens as he comes closer. “I don’t know. A part of me does need a lot of help right now.”
He grins.Oh, my heart.
“You’re the one who said you’d marry me,” I say, my heartbeat quickening as he approaches. “You had to know that sex was a part of the marital contract.”
“I love how you’re suddenly serious about marriage vows.”
I swallow hard. “What do you mean? I’ve always taken marriage seriously.”
“Really?” He smirks. “What about all that shit about you not getting married unless your life depended on it?”
“At the moment, Mr. Carmichael, my life sort of does depend on it. Ironic, I know.” Reality trickles into my psyche again. It takes a bit of wind out of my sails, and a wave of anxiety slides through me. “Do you think my father or Downing will do something to me if they know I’m getting married? I mean, seventy-five percent of the value of Brewer Sports is …a lotof money.”
