Page 57 of The Arrangement
Begging for him.
“I’m not touching you until we’re married,” he whispers back, grinning deviously.
I gasp. “What?”
“I have to be sure you aren’t agreeing to this now just because you want my cock.”
My laughter is thick with frustration. “You’re really going to make me wait?”
He blows against my lips, making me moan. “You’re going to wait.” Then he pulls away without making contact.
“I’m glad it’s so easy for you.” Even I can hear the need in my voice. “Maybe I don’t want to marry you after all.”
“Chloe, I’ve wanted your pussy since the day I saw you in Coffee and Cream. Every day, I climb into that shower and jack off while imagining your mouth covering my cock, and I climb into that bed and think about how you’d feel stretched around me.”
He lifts a brow as his words land.
“You can find out right now,” I say, my insides vibrating with need.
“I’ve shown an enormous amount of restraint for three years. Waiting another day or two to get what I want, even if it’s only for six months, is not that hard.” He grins devilishly. “It’ll make that pussy even sweeter.”
Holy shit.
“Now let’s go,” he says, walking away without waiting for an answer.
I pick my jaw off the floor and follow him, too mind-blown to find a proper retort.
He’s been thinking about me all these years? Holy shit.
We move silently through the house and out the back door. He pauses to instruct the movers about where to put my things,then he guides me into the guesthouse—all without so much as brushing against me accidentally.
I glare at him as he enters the guesthouse behind me, ensuring to keep his distance.Bastard.
“Oh, Chloe,” Mimi says, beaming. “You should see this place.”
I take in the sweet, simple casita with smooth tile, a tidy little kitchen, and a door opening to a bedroom. It’s exactly what I would dream for her. It’s perfect.
I glance over my shoulder at Jason, the hunger in my eyes telling him I’ll be thanking him for this, too. He winks.
“Thank you for letting me stay here, Jason,” she says, reaching for a hug. “You’re a good boy.”
My chest fills with warmth as they embrace.
“Now, when are you two getting married?” she asks.
“Um, I think we’re still working out the details,” I say, uncertain.
“Saturday,” Jason says. “What do you think about Vegas, Mimi?”
She wrinkles her nose. “Vegas? I don’t want to go to Vegas. You two go and enjoy yourselves. I’ll be fine here.”
“You can’t miss our wedding,” I say. “You have to be there.”
“Your wedding day is about you, not me. All I want for you is to enjoy yourself. Even if I’m there, I’ll worry I’m in the way. I’ll be too tired to be out doing shots with you at two in the morning.”
Jason chuckles.
“Meems,” I say, shaking my head.
