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I laugh. “We haven’t been home from our honeymoon for a couple of hours, and have you already forgotten how distracting I can be? Damn. I guess you didn’t enjoy—ah!”
I’m on my back, sundress bunched at my waist, and Jason’s hands are elevating my ass before I know what’s happening. His eyes twinkle with mischief.
“Don’t you ever,everinsinuate that I forget any part of you. And I never want to hear you suggest that I don’t enjoy you, either.”
“What if I do?”
He blows against my swollen clit. “Then I’ll have to spend the next few hours ensuring we’re clear.”
I sink into the bed, my insides quivering with anticipation of his mouth on me. “It’ll take at least that long because I think you don’t remember—Jason!”
I’m unsure if I’m distracting him or if he’s distracting me. What I am certain about, however, is that I’m Chloe Brewer, a name I never expected, nor did I want.But I absolutely love it.
But only forty-eight hours since we said “I do” and I already dread the day when it will be over. This just feels … right, and if I truly am in love with this man, will I be able to keep our arrangement? Will I be able to walk away and leave this—leave him?
What if Jason asks me to stay? What if he wants more than six months?
Despite my initial easy acceptance of the lack of permanence, I’m now terrified. I’m not sure I could live without him anymore.
Fuck.
Chapter 24
Chloe
“Good morning, Brandi!” I practically float off the elevator and into the executive floor lobby. “How was your weekend?”
She stands behind the desk with a hand on her hip. “Not as good as yours, it seems.”
I stop, my stomach churning.Did word get out already? How?The office just opened.
“Did you and Jason get married, or is this a joke?” She watches me curiously. “I’ve been thinking about it for the last twenty minutes and the more I think about it, the more I believe it’s probably true. You two have always had a thing for each other. But it does feel very much like a fantasy, so if it’s not true, pretend I didn’t say a thing.”
I grip my bag, feeling the leather slip around my suddenly-damp palm. “Well, it’s true.”
“Oh, my gosh. What?” Her eyes nearly fall out of her head. “You married Jason?” She rushes around the corner of the desk and hugs me. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” I take a step back, frazzled. I knew word would get out. I didn’t think it would get out before I got here. “How did you know?”
“Flowers were delivered before I got here. I don’t know who set them on my desk, but I read the card because I didn’t know what to do with them, and it …” Her cheeks heat. “Let’s just say it made things clear.”
Oh, shit. What did you do, Jason?I flush.
“I won’t say a word until you do,” she says. “And I’ll pretend I didn’t read that card, so please don’t tell your husband I read it. Let’s not make things weird.”
“Thank you, Brandi.”
I’m not sure what to say, so I hurry down the hall to my office. I flip on the light and, sure enough, Thomas’s arrangement is long gone. In its place is a circular black box stuffed with hot pink roses.
I drop my bag and find the card.
Chloe,
These remind me of the color of your ass after the other night. Let’s do that again, my beautiful wife.
Jason
My head falls forward as I imagine the look on Brandi’s face when she read the card.
