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“It shouldn’t be more than three hours. Will that work?”

She was a mother after all. I couldn’t expect her to drop everything and be at my disposal, though there was nothing more I wanted than to keep her in my bed for days. To lick every inch of her body, to taste her and obliterate every man out of her memory till there was only me left in her mind.

“Yes, that should be fine.”

“Bear will drive you. It will save you time with parking. I’ll also have a woman get in touch with you tomorrow afternoon. She’ll make sure to set you up with everything you need for the wedding and my events.”

There she went again nibbling on her bottom lip, tempting me. “Ok,” she murmured.

“If there is something you do not like or doesn’t work for you, Bianca, I want you to tell me. It is the only way this is going to work.”

Her eyes held such depths and vulnerability in them, I wondered what she was thinking. My gut feeling was telling me if she wasn’t in this financially peculiar situation and my blackmail, she’d never consider this despite her attraction towards me.

“I guess saying this marriage doesn’t work for me or that this is crazy was not what you had in mind with that statement.”

I couldn’t blame her for trying.

“No, it was not.”

She inhaled a deep breath, as if she sought courage. “Mr. Morrelli-”

“Nico,” I stopped her. “Call me Nico. After all, I just tasted your pussy, and we are getting married.”

Fuck, I loved seeing her blush. It did things to me in the best possible ways.

“Nico,” she nervously chewed on her beautiful, naturally red lips. It was the first time she uttered my name, and like a teenage boy, I was ready to blow my load into my pants. This woman impacted me unexpectedly. “Do you expect me to sleep with you tomorrow?”

Yes! I expect your pussy to be available to me every day and night, 24/7.

I studied her. The attraction was sizzling between us, but she was resisting it. I would bet my entire fortune, we wouldn’t make it a whole week before I buried myself into her. This raging need was consuming both of us.

“Bianca, my only expectation is to have you be my plus one at tomorrow's event. As my wife, we will attend quite a bit of those.”

Yes, I wanted to claim her as mine, but I needed her willingness. Her submission. It was there, underneath the surface, just waiting for me to unlock it.

She picked up her silverware and slowly started cutting into her salad, and I did the same with my meal. Her emotions were an open book, but her thoughts were a mystery to me. I was accustomed to women throwing themselves at my feet. My looks and money had them flocking to me.

But not this woman in front of me. She’d fight me tooth and nail if she ever learned why I did this.

ChapterFourteen

BIANCA

It was little past seven in the morning, and I threw one more look in the mirror.

I had no idea if I looked the part. The dress was old, but I thought it was a classic. White soft silk fit against my body and flared down from my waist to a little above my knees. A black high waist belt accented the dress and the black shoulder straps left my arms exposed. I had a pink wrap to cover up if I felt too cold. I debated for sandals with heels but then decided against it. It was too early in the morning, and I’d be more comfortable in flats.

I had my hair pulled up in a simple ponytail, leaving my neck exposed. I debated whether I should wear makeup. I had no clue what was normal for these kinds of events. I didn’t like the feeling of makeup on my face, so I opted for light blush, mascara, and lipstick. Makeup had been such an afterthought since I had the twins; it felt unusual having it on my face.

All of this still felt unreal. True to Nico’s words, by the time we were done with our dinner and Bear brought me home, I had a notice in my email that my mortgage had been paid. Not just paid but paid off.

Paid off in full!

But now I had different worries weighing me down. The upcoming marriage, the news I had to break to William’s parents and my own daughters, debating whether I should tell my mom or not. And how to keep my body and heart separated around Nico Morrelli. Because what that man could do to me was… holy smokes. Just thinking about his mouth, his expert tongue on my core had me burning with need. He was too dangerous for my libido.

Nico’s touch seared my skin and the kiss was permanently stained on my lips and in my mind. My reaction shocked me, my desire more intense than I had ever felt before. The revelation came with a flood of guilt and a sense of betrayal. I loved William. I missed him more than any words could express. Yet, I had never craved his touch and mouth as I do Nico’s.

My intense reaction to Nico concerned me. It was one thing to sleep with him and feel nothing, quite another feeling this flame burning from his gaze. My senses exploded from his touch yesterday. I equally feared it and craved it. I had to get a grip!

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